Hope for Summer
“It was a hot day in the middle of June. I had convinced myself that I would enjoy summer this year, or at least try to. But, as I set out to visit my garden this morning, I found plenty to be discontent with. A warm summer haze set over the land, bugs seemed to talk all at once, and our duck chased my feet about forbidding me to walk around barefoot. I was just about to give up on the day when a gentle breeze brushed against me carrying the smell of rain. A soft pitter-patter started, leaving the grass glowing.
I do not know of anything more beautiful than rain. How could Eden compare to the rolling of a summer storm? What sound could liken to the clapping of trees as raindrops hit their leaves? Oh, how I could love summer if it would always promise rain. But the storm went as quickly as it came, leaving behind a cool blue day. The birds came out singing of all that had occurred, fluttering about, telling their friends. All the while, I sat on the ground with none but the duck to keep me company, wishing I could savor this moment. But, nonetheless, it was gone, leaving me with only the hope of tomorrow. ”
-An excerpt from my journal, 6/17