Sophia

15

Summer is like a Snowstorm

Summer is like a snowstorm,
temporarily pulling you away
from reality. While you are sitting
in your chair, hastily doing your
homework, you excitedly check the
weather reports for the
possibility of a heavy snowstorm.
“If only!” you think, sighing
and then squinting back to the
brightly light computer to finish
that tedious homework.
Your fingers feel like your
grandmother’s wobbly knees.
Your drooping eyelids are like
windshield wipers, ready to wipe
yourself from reality. Your
head plunges onto the computer,
while you silently promise
yourself that you will continue in the morning,
only to find out that the wispy snowflakes,
fluttering in the ivory sky
making garbage-sized clumps on
the world, has obeyed your wish.

Summer is the prolonged snowstorm,
making your dreams come true.
It’s the time when you can
kiss snowflakes, that only come
once a year. It’s the time
when you can build that snowman
with the garden-grown carrots and
the obscure buttons that fall from
your clothing. You can wake up in
your hot-pink pjs, covered
with pictures of ponies
and watch your favorite TV show
series all day.

Summer is when you
can relax, like a shower,
except its two-months long.
Summer is like the release
of your nose plugs when you swim,
allowing you to take those
desperate gulps of air.
Only when you put back those
nose plugs, you are pushed by the coach
to swim twenty more abiding laps.
Pushed back into reality,
where you constantly have to worry
about the future.
Summer can only last so long, to suffice
one’s dreams temporarily. Just when
you think it will become reality,
the blatant sun shines its nasty rays,
melting your short-lived “reality,”
forcing you to finish that
tedious homework.