A Summer Day

Rays of the sun, shine on my hair

not a cloud in the sky.

I live summer without a care,

blue birds chatter by.

Prancing in the meadow,

the grass tickles my feet.

I sit down to settle,

wondering what to eat.

The sky becomes gloomy,

a thunderstorm starts to rise.

The atmosphere is spooky,

Gods begin to cry.

I run, gathering my things,

raindrops pelt down my neck.

In the midst of everything I start to sing,

“Its summer, I’m happy and wet!”