Wooing Summer

because you are lonely
you woo for summer to come
you ask for the swing
and the breeze by the sea
under the coconut trees

but summer is hard to please
and what comes instead is the rain
bringing its mournful sound
the falling tears of the clouds
the heaviness of what it is carrying

but because you are lonely
and nothing seems to be of remedy
you accept the rain as it is
you accept its condolences
and you begin to understand its sympathies
and then you dance and sing with the rain
seeking the company of its miseries
and then you write: my life is lived, not in vain.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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