My Poetry - Dog Days of Summer

She hears the sound of

It's dying outburst

Thunder crackles;

Lightning bursts;

It's a dying remnant

Of an outdated storm,

It still lingers;

Not knowing it's past it's prime.

Raindrops fall to the ground,

This last sign of a dying storm,

Melting away as they hit the ground,

The steam rises.

Fear not storm,

Your torment will soon reign once again,

Even stronger than the past;

Knowing this can not last;

The dog days of summer are soon to pass.

But you strive to keep on,

Never give up;

Never say die;

Finally the last of the dying remnant says goodbye,

Her heart aches;

It breaks;

Winter has come and gone,

Her head to the horizon,

Looking for the storms,

In the distance she hears it,

Rumbling on.

So she waits;

The sadness escapes;

Face to the sky;

Mouth open wide;

Waiting for the first drop of summer to materialize

A sigh escapes her

As the rain trickles down,

Closing her eyes,

and taking it all in;

Those dog days of summer are back;

Again.

© Spiritual Animystical

MEANING:

This is a poem I wrote in August of 2005.  It was at a rough time in my life.  A very depressing time.  In 2012 I turned it into a song and recorded it.  It's one of two songs that I even got to share with Jars of Clay... and they told me to keep up the great work... really awesome guys... love them.  It was the first poem that I wrote with Jars of Clay in mind.  I wanted to do something that was multi-layered.  I wanted you to have to think about and figure out what it means to you.  I told (Jars of Clay) in a letter I wrote to them about it when I met them.  They have inspired me beyond imagining, and continue to do so.  This is one of many to come.