Hot Summer
It is another hot day
That makes three in a row
I keep looking for shade
But there is nowhere to go,
There is no sign of rain
No cool winter breeze
The sun even beats down
Through the branches of the trees,
The flowers have wilted
From the heat of the sun
I keep giving them water
But I think their time has come,
Wait just a minute
What's that I hear
The sound of rain is drawing near,
I look outside
Oh, what a beautiful sight
The rain is coming down
With all its might
By Julia
15-1-2005
 ~THE SIG BOX~
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