A Summer Rain

AH, the summer nights

When we would go out

Play hide and seek and

Laugh as much as we could

We would have to go on a 

Family trip with our family so

We would have to leave our friends

For a week or two that felt like an infinity

In that week or two weeks

You would meet your cousins

They were all boys and 

you were the firstborn girl

So you would be the leader

You were nine

Your brother was eight

One of your cousins was six

The other one was five

Summer mornings when people were going to their jobs

You would lead your three musketeers to the balcony 

From the balcony of the second floor of a building

You would make them take a glass of water

And spill it to the people walking by the street

You all would laugh so loud while

The people walking by the street

Would curse very loudly

What can I say? We were mischievous..

You would take the three musketeers

And climb up to a variety of trees

Apple, grape, hazelnut, fig and cherry

You would climb and pick up the fruits

They would eat all of it

You were happy because they were..

Thats why you would lead them

Unless they would just sit and watch tv

Or they would fight with each other

Especially when you would go to the mosque

With your grandmother in the evening

The boys would always fight when you were gone

When you would be back they were fine

...

One morning in another summer

There was another summer rain

You would run to the rain and dance

While the tree musketeers would watch you 

From the balcony of the second floor

You would say "What are you waiting for?"

You were eleven

Your brother was ten

One of your cousins was eight

The other one was seven

They would say "What are you doing out there?"

"It is warm inside, and not wet!"

"It's better for everyone if we stay inside..."

"Also, we are playing Minecraft!"

You would be heartbroken

Where were the three mischievous musketeers

Did they just pass away?

It could not happen...

Finally, your aunt would say "Eyy, Mehlika! You are gonna be sick, come inside!!"

You would start to cry

For the first time

In the rain

Not because you would fall down and hurt your body...

But because something hurt your heart from the inside...

That day you would learn to be more of an adult

How to sit and watch the rain inside instead of experiencing it

Just like other things that you would only watch in the future

And wish to experience it for the rest of your life...

...

At least your father was just like you

He didn't like watching when there was 

A chance to experience something exciting

He would run for it, just like you

That's how we ran away too

He didn't like watching others

He would rather die than watch

He wanted to experience and took 

The three musketeers along with him

My mom, me and my brother

Just like the risk of being sick because of the rain

There was a risk of drowning in a river or being shot by a soldier

There were risks everywhere

There was always a risk

All the time

But just like how I loved and enjoyed the rain

My father loved and enjoyed an adventure

He craved adventure and was brave

I craved adventure and I was brave

I knew that I wouldn't be sick because of the rain

Because I was happy and it helped me

He knew that we would survive because of the pain

Because he was not in pain when he was free

'Cause we all were not in pain when he was free...

...

AH, the summer nights

The sweet night talk on that balcony

Drinking Turkish tea and eating baklava

It all happened and ended as if it was 

A summer rain...