JUNE.

If it was one thing that I was waiting for,

It was an escape from the bedlam

Of scorching sun and endless thirst.

Not just it gave an everlasting fury,

it took away some of my precious plants.

Some are still suffering in silence,

failing to bloom

though they said, "Summer is their season."

Many have lost their verdure,

But some are trying to adjust.

I'm not the only victim.

April & May took the heat of June,

Can I hope everything revives soon?

From moods to foliage,

breaking free from eliminating rage?

A few buds that bloom,

are dancing wide open past noon,

for the first time in months.

Maybe it's the season,

that shall bless growth,

and endless healing

to the entire being.

It's the first shower in noon,

Fingers crossed for June.