when it rains

at night

i look up

at the tree shadows

reflected on my ceiling

outside of my window

and watch as they fight

against the battle

of the winds and rain

dripping wet, crying

as the branches struggle

to find home

and peace

the rustling sound

of the leaves

are comforting

to fall asleep to

if there’s a thunderstorm

my sister crawls into my bed

i hold her tight

she hugs me

our arms and legs

interlocked

we whisper about

her seven-year-old love life

and all the boys she likes

james, alex, jack

i can’t even keep

track of them

she tells me

about her friends

we giggle together

we talk about

any problems we have

places we want to go to

stuff about her life

stuff about my life

after a while, we stop

quiet down a bit

lay on our backs

holding hands

legs stacked up

on top of each other

like a sandwich

and listen to the rain

pitter-patter

if it's a normal night

my windows are open

that fresh air smell

is possibly one of my

favorite smells

it fills my room up

the crickets are chirping

my sister usually

comes over again

wanting one of our late-night chats

we don’t care how late

we stay up

i’m in a tee or tank

in loose shorts

all starfish spread out

on my bed

'cause it’s so hot

burning

sometimes when i’m feeling it

i climb out my window

and sit on the roof

smelling the air

loving it

listening as late-night cars

drive past

wondering what they’re doing

out so late

i feel free

on the top of the world

untroubled with anything

nothing could bother me

daytime in summer is pretty fun,

don’t get me wrong

but nighttime just hits

different