The Longest Day
By Aileen McPherson
Summer fun you are no fun.
Burning burning down upon the ground,
Around my home you do surround,
Making all within and out roast and shout.
Bring our clouds back.
For far too bright are you,
Who makes our life world come alive.
While others fight to survive
Until the cool of the night.
Upturned faces seeking solace,
Hiding inside empty hollows where shadows swallow,
No sun follows.
Chase the rain down,
Before refrains died in the tide.
Drains wash tears of faces stained.
When will it rain?
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