A Poem About Summer

To me, summer starts when the first thunderstorm arrives;
summer starts when you can walk around at night without wearing a jacket;
it starts when coffee shops serve iced drinks again;
it starts when music festivals are selling tickets;
summer starts when the marching band schedule gets released for the first time;
it starts when the seniors’ caps and gowns arrive;
it starts when field trips become a weekly thing;
summer starts when churches announce mission trips for the youth;
it starts when summer camps send out fliers;
it starts when music can be heard anywhere;
Maybe this is why I love summer so much;
It promises new days where anything can happen;
there’s no specific order of events;
there’s always so much to do;and time to do it.