Rain in Summer

Feels so strange to hear the droplets of rain.

Tapping on the ledge and infecting my brain.

The noise plays like a playlist of our favourite songs.

Beauty seems to conform to the lies of artistry.

Our winter was always survival of the fittest.

Our summer was trying to balance out the hits and the misses. I wished upon borrowed time that our pain would disappear. The summer ends making way for another academic year.

The trials and tribulations are still here.

Manifestation must still be in gestation