Nice Weather A poem written by Appu. Fingers press into the cold soil, While the grass softly tickles under my heels And tangles into my hair. Rays of sunshine come to me Through the gaps between the leaves, Pressing down warmly on my skin. From the corner of my eye A blur of color sways in the cool wind, rustling and creating a soft song. But it will end in a moment. Then, I’ll go back to my room Look at the things I have to do And face them as I must But, for now, I’m glad