The sun is up, finally in days
Of raining and wind blowing.
The sun has shown
After days of hiding.
The sun is scorching hot
After days of iced-cold breeze.
But the sun hasn’t been up yet
In my heart for days of longing.
The sun hasn’t shown still
In my being for days of weeping.
It still feels like raining without you
On a hot summer day.
The rain has finally stopped. But for some weird reasons i can’t get over with the “summer rain” thought. So here’s hoping that this is my final version of my summer rain installment.