The sound of rain

The sound of rain You must be here Time to breathe In the sound of that light chasing the wind Longing hides in the moonlight Becomes a mournful weeping evening primrose The seagull's cry, obscured by the sunset, is even more sorrowful Summer is preparing to depart The colors of the new season seep first through my toes What hurts hurts Green leaves, stripped of their leaves Dance in the sky with bitter tears Today, as the red autumn rain falls Crying over the frame of time Will I be able to stay there? Before you leave No, before autumn comes The sound of light is being pushed into summer, leaving only traces. ★The photo evokes old memories of an Alaskan cruise Should I spend it with summer? (June 2024) #OverseasTravel #Alaska