A slow breeze upon my face,
The subtle idea slowing touching me,
The rain going drip drop drip drop,
A constant idea of when this is going to end,
A time to play outside.
Summer finally on its way,
The sand beneath my toes,
The cool salt water touching my skin,
But the rain and wind are in the way.
The chair my only companion for now,
Squeaky floorboards when I walk,
An umbrella above my head,
Just waiting for the rain and wind to stop. The slow breeze stopped.