Flipped Serendipity

When people say they love the rain,
they really mean they love the cold weather;
the pitter patter of a light drizzle
on the window, the concrete, on things that don’t quite matter.

When people say they love the sun,
they don’t mean the scorching heat of summer;
they mean the possibility of all sorts
that would have been for naught if not the wonderful weather.

When people say they love the wind,
they mean the breeze not what ruined their hair;
a gentle caress as if a lover’s embrace
instead of a gale that tore through their life asunder.

So when people say they love you,
to what extent can you believe that be true?

NaPoWriMo 2023. Catching up to last week’s Sonnet Sunday.

Sonnet Sunday!!

NaPoWriMo Day Nine Prompt. A week late.

Got inspiration from the following

You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that’s why I’m scared when you say you love me.

Qyazzirah Syeikh Arrifin