A Summer Afternoon
On a hot summer afternoon,Wishing for rain again and again,
To beat down like drums.
Harder and harder,
On my arms, in my face,
To cool me and my skin.
With a head that never stops spining,
For a little sleep that never sets,
I sit curled in a cool shelter.
I take one extra look for the clouds,
That are no where to be found,
On a clear sky, blue for miles and miles.
On a hot summer afternoon,
Wishing for rain again and again,
For that cleansing so long due.
by © Sreekesh Menon at
5:32 PM
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