Summertime Poem Novels & Stories

Not the glare of a red harmattan sun in the afternoon. Not the unforgiving heat just before the rains. I want that early morning sunshine in the rainy season, that bright gold touch to the heavens that reaches past your clothes to kiss your skin, gently like an old lover. I love that summer sun. It reminds me of you— Amanda.

Well, maybe I shall heal in time. A heavy sigh escapes my lungs, marveling the long night awaits. I know I won't easily get asleep right now, I usually don't, and it's only two a.m. Damn my life! I take a deep yawn while grabbing the bottle of water from the nightstand and gulp a bit. "Ah, that's better," I breathe, my throat refreshed. Fully aware of the resentment I have towards sweating, the summer has decided to grant me a vengeful visit. I quickly get up and turn on the fan, which allows my body to cool off gradually. The L.A heat is no joke this year.

And Richard's scoff was like the rain threatening to take away the beautiful sun due to its jealousy. Well, who doesn't love summer? Right now, she oddly felt it inside and it's all that matters. …... Thanks for reading. I appreciate🙏

Oh, this is a very memorable day for me! "Here's to the prospect of never having to grow up!" I shouted as I danced on stage with the DJ, and everyone in the audience gazed at me in amazement. It's the height of summer. In the sense that it is summer, yet it is summer for me all year round, and it is always summer wherever it is meant to be summer. Since summer is my favorite season, I'll start with that.

I looked up, and under the shade of the trees, he stood quietly—tall and composed—but his face was hidden in shadow. It was summer, and the cicadas buzzed noisily in the background. It suddenly brought me back to the end of the video I had seen in the theater. He had been sitting there, hands clenched tightly together, saying, “Sadie, I want you to be happy.” Even now, I couldn’t forget those words. So, I answered him, “Because someone wants me to be happy.”

I have never seen such a hot summer. The heat fills me all over until my body practically melts. The sun is shining so brightly that it almost obscures the summer blue sky. The air is clear, as only in summer it can be. The colours shine around me. They make me feel as if the moment of ripening and blossoming has arrived, we are in the full bloom of nature and I am here abandoned and alone.

Yet somehow… my mind still drifted toward a stubborn eighteen-year-old girl with pink bandages and reckless eyes. Ava. Even after three days away from her, she still found a way into my thoughts like she belonged there. And that was the real problem. I exhaled sharply and grabbed the whiskey bottle from the table, pouring another glass. Outside, Pasadena glittered beneath the night sky. Beautiful. But inside the hotel suite, I already knew the truth. This summer was becoming dangerous in ways I never expected.

I don't know what it's called, but I really like it! Walking the path filled with mimosa flowers We walk hand in hand Towards summer while laughing cheerfully My summer is beautiful because of you My summer is fun because of our adventure So keep holding my hand in the summer of next year Because I will never get tired of walking with you I put my hands on my hips while clapping my hands when all the towels were neatly lined up on the clothesline. Yeayy! Finished! "If you intend to become a singer, I suggest you to forget your dream!"

Driven by curiosity and empathy, Summer felt compelled to console Keith. "Why don't you talk to me about what happened? I'm not a fool. I know that you're upset." After a short pause, Summer added, "You weren't in a good mood earlier, were you? Otherwise, you wouldn't have asked me to stay with you." The moment was serene. The leaves rustled in the wind as a yellow warbler perched on a branch. The midday sun cast warm, bright rays that filtered through the leaves, creating intricate patterns on the ground.

I laughed, my voice echoing with playfulness, like the soft, gentle trill of a summer bird that seemed to fill the air with joy. It was this happy moment, like the tender, soft spot of a sunbeam on a summer day which seemed to nourish our hearts with laughter and love. We were in a world of our own, like the soft, gentle embrace of a summer cloud which seemed to envelop us within its sheltering and warmth.