Pitter-patter danced the rain to our unsteady rhythmic heartbeats.
The percussion of greyness above us added melody to our shaky breaths.
I fell in love with a boy underneath Earth’s resonating song.
On the turn of summer, I reached the avenue of my matric results.
With it came a blossom of success and a lily-sweet aroma of accomplishment.
With honorary distinctions a bird sang a song of merriment.
August brought in a sweet-tempered whispering wind.
It chortled, it cried, it sighed in contented joy.
With loving fingers, it brushed my cheeks – my niece was born.