honey marmalade dew dripped off your lips;
summertime, yet it rained.

your eyes, they flooded rivers of fatality, longing.
summertime, yet it rained.

fingers like marble figurines, forever laying still,
rocks that didn't move even in the harshest of storms;
summertime, yet it rained.

a silken veil tumbling down your back,
each strand of your hair flew as if trying to free itself;
summertime, yet it rained.

you wanted solace, peace. You wanted them to return.
Instead, they gifted you with a summertime, laden with rain.

(for your information: over here the summer full of rain is the melancholy after a loved one's death)