Summertime Poem Novels & Stories

I smiled widely and winked at her again. I guess the feeling is mutual now! Earlier I was the one who was restless and felt like vomiting from nervousness. My smile was huge as I sang and danced in the shower. Baby, I'd give up anything to travel inside your mind Baby, I fall in love again come every summertime My daddy taught me to choose 'em wisely, but you don't have to try 'Cause, baby, I fall in love every summertime The game starts now sweetheart!...

It is a dream I have had since I was a little girl. Showering quickly, I just towel dried myself off when I heard my bedroom door open again. “Samantha?” I yelled out as I started dressing. “Yeah! It’s me! I brought the food!” Samantha’s sing song voice called out. I could hear the squeaking of the wheels from the cart before the smell of eggs, sausage, and so many other things assaulted my nose. I dressed in a simple button up silk night set with matching shorts. The summer was in full gear in July. No clouds in the sky and the sun was shiny. This was promising to be at least 100+ degree day. Just what I like.

But I wasn't about to miss out on a few extra minutes with him. The sun beat down on the black asphalt as we worked our way through the rows of cars. “Is summer like this in Paradisa?” I asked. Freddie looked around at the sizzling pavement, the screams of cicadas, and the rising humidity and shook his head. “Not at all. It's hot, but not like this. And our insects are a bit quieter.” I chuckled. “What kind of summer activities do you have?” He shrugged. “We ride horses, there's swimming, and the ocean is close.” He smiled, his eyes going distant. “We do bonfires on the beach. The water is always cold, but it's perfect after a hot day.”

At the same time, an ethereal voice rang out, singing a song. "In the white clouds of the blue sky, a little white boat floats. On the boat stands an osmanthus tree as a white rabbit plays!" Tyr seemed to have been brought back twenty years earlier in that instant as he heard the song. There were many memories of him and his mother in the Summers family a long distance away. There was an osmanthus tree in the yard where the Summers' family of three lived. His mother often sang this nursery rhyme to him when he was still a child.

Checks the time 'Sh*t it's already six thirty'. Summer had begun and all of the neighborhood kids took advantage of every bit of daylight that shined. As soon as the sun come up you could hear the ATV's rummble from inside the house. Blacking out her windows to get some sleep during the daylight hours had done its job but there was nothing she could do about the noise disturbing her rest. She remembered what it was like to be a child. Carefree. Happy. Endless summer days with friends. That isn't something she dared ruin for them. Besides her salted caramel java monster would pep her up in no time.

Theodore's POV Looking at the eastern skies, I stand quietly, overcome by a kind of tranquil sereneness. Atop the hills, facing the eastern skies, a pale gold light emerges first. Slowly the orange and yellow bright ball begins to appear. It rises higher and higher, very slowly, leading to a party of colors. The whole sight feels like the spell of a new hope. Beneath the hills and a couple of meters away from us, looking fresh yet foggy under the morning skies, lies a vast low lying pasture where a herd of elks are scattering in all directions, along with the spreading light.

" Life is like the four seasons. Spring, this is the moment that you were born, everyone is happy seeing you, just like how happy everyone is when the storm ends and the sun rises again. Summer is when you are growing and exploring the world on your own, you'll see what the real world looks like when you are alone. You'll feel burdened, tired and empty. But just like summer, you will be the sun to make everyone happy. You'll be the source of happiness.

# FLASHBACK It was summer, one of the four Earth's seasons, that goes after spring and foreshadows Autumn. Kevin glanced at the trees bearing fruits and feels Summer is the best season ever. The warmth and everything make it perfect. No wonder most families like to go on vacation during summer. He went back to the mirror for the umpteenth time checking himself out again. He was dressed in a checkered shirt themed with a pair of blue jeans and black shoes. His mind kept beating fast, trying not to lose his focus on one of the important things he wanted to do today. He noticed a little pimple on the upper part of his head and that alone makes him feel he is not perfect.