The Stormy Month of June
The Stormy Month of June
A shelf cloud brazenly rolls over,
And doves above quicken for shelter.
Summer arrives with brash and boom.
In the stormy month of June.
Down the path in a joyful spree,
Between the rose and honeysuckle blooms;
My love and I flee for the lee.
In the stormy month of June.
In our escape from the pelting rain,
We laugh, unafraid of the bane.
And I’m impressed by her attitude.
In the stormy month of June.
Chirping toads pop up everywhere
They like we are in love aswoon.
“Get out of our way!” we shout together.
In the stormy month of June.
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