Hide And Seek

Childhood memories surface 

Of damp, dank June days....

Of paper boats and puddles

Of high and happy spirits.

Inhaling the fragrance of wet earth

Twirling a bright umbrella,

Seems but a distant dream.

And thick dust cloaks everything.

Getting tangled with my gloomy thoughts,

Dark clouds hover

Across my city's barren horizon,

Bringing a promise of rain.

Scraggly trees, dry as bone,

Surreptitiously straighten themselves,

Hoping to wash off

The dust of a summer passed.

A few drops fall

And glisten on a thirsty leaf,

And my heart lifts up,

Only to slump again.

A brisk breeze blows

Through the trees.

The dark clouds scurry away,

The meagre raindrops hurry away.

Grey dust still clings to the trees.

I can taste it on my tongue.

I feel that yet again,

Summer has begun...