The drenched days of summer
Create a melancholic pleasure
Like no other before it
And seemingly no other after
Sitting on the dock
Toes in the water
Speaking loudly
Naturally intone
Slight breaths the wind makes
Lightly stirring my hair
The sun glinting off my eyes
My skin radiant with warmth
Movements on the waters surface
Grass rippling from the sky's breathes
Hearts in tune with the natural rhythm
Natural rhythm of these long days
Fishing poles resting in the sand
Only the light lapping of water
Making the loudest noise
While the sky dulls to grey
Light raindrops hit my skin
Clouds deepen in color
The wind becomes sadistic
And the melancholy sets in
The drenched days of summer
Create a melancholic pleasure
Like no other before it
And seemingly no other after
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