First summer rain

I close my eyes as the first summer rain

Gently clashes and cascades down the window pane.

I look down and see a small pair of army green

Wellington boots, standing in a slowly trickling stream

Meandering its way to the nearby mouth of the ocean.

I hear the heavy waves crashing, creeping ever closer, in the

Distance as high tide approaches. The smell of the salty sea

Overpowers that of the fresh babbling brook.

I feel the refreshing cold water hit my boots cooling

My body as the sun rays beat down on my heavily

Sun screaned shoulders. Within the peaceful

Serenity of nature, the birds chirp, fighting

Over fruit off the bushes along the abandoned dirt road.

I jump as a knock hits the window shocking

Me back to the present. I look out to see Spencer,

The annoying seagull, tapping his beak at his

Reflexion thinking it’s another bird. I open the

Back door to shoo him away all the while

Smiling at the memories of the holiday

Country cottage of my past youth.