Bear In Hibernation. 55 Fiction.

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She is a bear, huddled in her blankets all covered.  Her hair splayed across the pillows, eyes closed.  The chill could not touch her.  The rain endlessly pouring, visible through the curtains.  She smells  it—and sleeps on.  Shoots spring from moistened land as the sun rises, spreading warmth.   And she awakens, stretching, welcoming spring.

[N.B] This time last year, it was unseasonable warm.  Although I dislike immense heat, I do prefer it to be a little warmer–I miss being able to walk out with only a t-shirt on!  (and pants of course!!!!)  I probably wouldn’t mind winter so much if we actually had snow down here–that would be fun!  (The novelty of it would exceed all negatives associated with it.) But no….down under only mountains get snow, flatlands get rain, rain, and more rain, which leads to mud, which leads to mud covered dogs, which leads to ten clothing changes in one day haha.  Ah well!  I’m looking forward to summer, and luckily, today is a nice cold but sunny day <3.

A Waterfall of Rain.

It comes all of a sudden,

A touch of cold,

The smell of the sea,

The faint drops of the rain,

From a sky,

Still a picturesque cloudscape,

Of grey, white, pink and blue.

It falls, slowly, one drip

After one drip,

Falling and falling,


I can’t help but breathe,

I can’t help but feel,

Elated in where I stand,

I am elated,


Can’t help but raise my arms

And scream in pure joy

As the rain,

So cold against my skin,

Sizzles away the heat,

Filling the air

With the mist of yesterday’s heat.

I feel it,

The faint tingle in blood,

The wetness that slips down my back,

Soaking my clothes,

It clings to me,

That wonderful, wonderful feeling,

It has a name,

As it falls with the rain,

It’s a waterfall of rain,

No, it’s a waterfall of relief.



Summer comes after the cold,

Crawling in with the pollen,

Blowing hot air,

Wiping away the traces of the wet.


Summer is the season of life,

The thrill lure of being reckless,

The burn of the sun.


Summer catches one by the hands,

Twirls then around and around,

Sends them flying into the pool,

Dowsing in water for coolness


Summer is the sun,

Burning bright and brighter,

Drowning us  in its golden light,

Giving us a sunset to look forward to

On the horizon by the sea.



Comes in the middle of the day,

In the midst of busyness and air con,

It’s the moment you step outside,

And it sinks into you,

The Hotness of the summer,

The Hotness of the Heatwave,

The moment you feel it,

The drowsiness that comes with it,

It’s so hot,

This unbelievable, suffocating hotness.


Four Seasons in One Day.

The sun in Melbourne,

Is hot and vengeful,

Turning the fields,

The towering Eureka,

Sprinkling gold dust,

On a glimmering gold city,

The summer in Melbourne,

Changes with a heartbeat,

Like a fickle child.

And then the clouds,

Swarm across the sky,

As the sun goes from

Low to high,

And a cool change descends,

Embracing the city,

With it’s cool arms,

Leaving the city’s residents sighing,

Four seasons in one day.