A rainy day
the April way
and my thirst
is quenched.
A sunny day
sometime in May
and all seems
so well.
The warming sun
June is on the run
and I trail
absently behind.
The boiling sun
and July has begun
and the heat is hard
to handle.
A thunder shower
brings August the power
but I seem weaker by
the hour.
No more showers
September has no flowers
and for the first time I see
I am wilted.
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