It did snow in the summer.
Though surprising, it was foretold.
Many played on that day.
No one minded the cold.
On the eve of that day i remembered.
What it was, i regret to say i forgot.
At least that is what i tell myself.
It had to do with something i bought.
You would imagine the children were playing,
throwing snow at each other.
But it was one minute past midnight.
Everyone was still in their slumber.
I waited for them, outside of course.
It was no trouble on my part.
Because what i remembered that day,
was the very reason it would start.
A good amount of slow collected on me.
i dare say it was enough to ---
i guess i dare not.
The sun didn't shine that day.
The children did come out to play.
The adults even had something to say.
I just stood there, watching them.
That day in the summer,
when everyone played,
with smiles and song,
dance and glee,
laughing and smiling,
chanting and crying,
was my birthday.