This Summer was a Write-off

This summer was a write-off,  
the sun slipped behind clouds,  
like a shy child, retreating,  
leaving us with the chill of uncertainty,  
the rain fell relentlessly,  
soft, persistent,  
erasing plans drawn in the sand.  

Yet here we are,  
clutching our laughter,  
like fragile paper lanterns,  
lighting the corners of our hearts,  
we dance in puddles,  
splashing colours onto grey days,  
droplets of promise,  
echoes of better times.  

We gather in circles,  
stories unfolding the warmth 

of shared moments,  
as the world spins wildly,  
we remain rooted in joy,  
defiant against the storm.  

Underneath the weight of clouds,  
we lift our eyes,  
searching for the sliver of blue,  
for the sun that hides,  
and within our depth
we find the strength to bloom,  
to rise like wildflowers,  
through cracks in the pavement,  
knowing that even the greyest days  
cannot dim the light.