Summer Rains
How we wish we never lose our moments in the sun, the memories we made the battles we won. How is it that they go, even if we hold on tight, why can't summers stay and always be bright? Are those moments of happiness always in vain, why is it that there are summer rains? Those fleeting moments in the bright day, why cant they take us all the way? Is the opposite necessary for what exists to thrive, why cant we always have those good time's drive? Wouldn't life be better, without that noisy pitter and patter? Why do these tears become fatter and fatter? Can't from the sky, always a smile we gain? Why is it that there are summer rains? Maybe its true that without the cold and lack of sheen, we don't understand what warm and bright may mean. Perhaps that bitter, makes the sweet sweeter, the plain seems flat as the hills get steeper. Peace becomes treasured after a bout of pain, that is why we have summer rains