Summer is on and off like a light switch,
Just like my mood swings high and low,
When the wind picks up, almost like a high,
But when the storm comes, almost like a low,
I have learnt not to hide from the storm,
But to dance in between the puddles,
The sunshine Rays are the happy thoughts,
Which don't happen very often, especially up there,
But I have been through so many storms and sometimes I slip into the puddles.
But that's just summer i suppose,
Just like my highs and lows.
About the Creator
Rachael Storey
Hi all ; I have been writing since I was young. I write all the time, when I write, I can’t think about anything other than the words flowing from my mind onto the page, all my emotions run out dancing to the rhythm.
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