Summer
The tar on the road is melting
leaves are withering
flowers
aren't blooming
earth  parched and broken
yearning for a  drop of
rain
but the clear blue sky shows no sign
of any drizzle or rain
not
a single soul can be seen
in the hot summer sun of may.
all  straws
turn golden in each and
every stack of hay.
The severe summer
comes, but  once  every year,
 leaving us exhausted and drained

despite all the strain, we always welcome the hopeful rains.
sowing
the seeds for a better tomorrow
making life anew of all that has
survived
the rigours of the harsh summer
life makes progress in every
shine and rain
so why can't you and me do the same?
                  
~Vikki~

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