I look from behind the glass,
It’s raining.
Thunder grumbling of in the distance.
Water runs down the window,
Like tiny beads.
Tracing them with my finger,
I get lost.
Thinking back to hot, hazy days
With the sun shining down,
Giving everyone a sun-kissed glow.
Cool nights with fires that crack and pop
Bringing everyone a little bit closer
As the star speckled sky becomes a little bit darker.
The thought of bare feet and dewy grass,
And who could forget
Running off the dock making a splash.
I get lost,
In the beauty of summer days,
And summer nights.
My finger hits the windowsill,
A faint smile lies on my face.
For a moment I’m genuinely at ease,
Until the thunder grumbles again,
Louder this time,
Closer.
Pulling my mind back,
To the tiny beads that streak the glass,
Trapping me in.