Summer Smiles

Summer always meant clear skies to me,

With a never-ending supply of sunshine,

And a night that would never arrive,

Where time is paused mid-afternoon,

And I'd bask under its rays lying on lush grass,

A cup of chocolate ice cream in hand,

And my friends beside me.

Its funny how such a rarity of a day,

Becomes the definition of many,

Because this was not the summer I experienced.

Gray clouds were layered in the sky,

As me and my friend had a "picnic" underneath,

Sitting on the grass that poked and irked our skin,

Munching on our "feast" of oranges and graham crackers.

Not a perfect summer day at all, I know.

Yet that didn't stop us from smiling,

With the radiance of sunlight,

The same way we did,

On our perfect summer day.

Because that is what summer means.