You used to despise it.

You hated the hot weather, the smell of burnt grass, the sweat. Every summer of your life, you’ve tried to stay indoors, out of the sun, away from the blistering heat.

September- you’ve realised I few things.

Things you can look forward to.

The music sounded better during summer. Everything sounded better during summer.

Laying on her bed, unbelievably hot and stuffy inside.

Perfection.

Or on the couch, listening to the gale outside, watching the lightening in the sky.

Those downpours that turned the grass green again.

Waiting for the electricity to come back.

The sweat.

You want it back.

It was disgusting, but it reminded you twice that you were alive.