Today
was a thunderstorm with a high of twenty-two.
Stretching in a studio anticipating
the song of raindrops to slide down glass walls.
They were right about the high of twenty-two,
But yellow light streamed inside instead,
Too bright we reluctantly put down the blinds.
In a building you can’t feel a high of twenty-two,
A little walk to the store to buy pairs of pointe shoes
For rehearsals that stretch further than sunshine.
At day’s end hoped it’d still be a dry, high of twenty-two,
Sigh of relief stepping out into fresh air
Body had been programmed to seize up for winter’s chill.
Skin finally sees the sun again, in a high of twenty-two,
Cool breezes aerate fibres of clothing
While the clouds are patiently waiting.
Thank you Mr. Weatherman for reporting the good news,
But it’s nature who let us have a a high of twenty-two
Today.
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Spring weather makes me so excited for summer and spending time outside. April showers bring May flowers, so pour on, rains of Toronto, because I can’t wait to see green on the trees like the grass. It looks like we’ll be rotating around our seasonal wardrobes very soon…
Thanks for reading,
thebookybunhead
ah, spring! We were over 38 today, so I’m ready to start talking about summer. ‘-) Enjoy it!
Thanks, I am very excited for summer – the season, and the holiday!
It is autumn in my part of the world. But it is nice to read about spring in your hemisphere…
That’s wonderful, early autumn is my favourite.
your wordplay is NICE
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