Summer Nights

Summer Nights

Ushnaa Zaman, Staff Writer

Summer nights
Butterflies
Deep blue sky

Wind in the air
Gust in my hair
Don’t even care

My mind is free
As I walk in glee
Leaving my worries behind me

I smell the scent of the rain pour
The lingering petrichor
The sand by the seashore

I hear the rustle of leaves
The evening breeze
The birds’ cheeps

I see people talking outside
Kids laughing out their spines
Lovers stuck in time

As the wet grass touches my toes
I wistfully know
It will soon be time for summer to go

But for tonight
I enjoy the sight
Of these summer nights