The palette of the weather is turning pale,
The window panes are ready for a gentle jerk,
The clouds seem to fool us with their distant murmur,
And we stare at the grey sky while the rain God and the Sun compete.
We aren’t sure whether to sip on ice teas or a hot cup of black coffee,
We aren’t sure whether the transparent crystals are soon going to tickle us.
We begin to take out our umbrellas and dusty raincoats from the loft,
We begin o postpone our evening plans,
We put our hands outside the window and wait for the rain drops to fall on our fingers.
And before we call it rain, it’s all gone.
There is suddenly a yellow ting in the weather.
The sun peeps out of nowhere and reminds us, “Chill guys, worst summer is yet to come, the rains are far away.”
We get disappointed and laugh at the sarcastic rain God while we sip on refreshing summer drinks. :)