The powerful rays are overbearing.
The heat is unforgiving
I am unable to escape.
Sweat gathers in the cracks of my palms,
I am like a child on stage for the first time
Squinting to find her parents in the crowd.
No, sunshine does not remind me of you.
It is the consistent drizzle
Nourishing each blade of grass.
The hopeful scent of spring,
The soft lullaby that puts me to sleep,
Assuring me that angels cry too.
And even when the rain is gone
It is the puddles that remind me of your eyes,
Deep and brown.
I jump through every one of them
Wondering if you hear the echoes,
And think of me.