Sincerely, Jennifer x

The only rays I caught were from my nail lamp.
I was dressed in my winter skin and my summer slip.
It was a miserable, mopey, stormy summer,
and I was at the mercy of time,
attacked every morning by my own impatience.
When would the sun return home from war?
The pavement was doused in orange,
death rumbled beneath my feet,
birds buzzed past,
trying to escape what we had done,
but we just complained on Twitter/X/Whatever Elon is calling it today, about the rain.