June 1, 2017
June soon. July nigh. August must. September remember. October over. That was a poem that Helen taught me. She said it was an old Caribbean poem. People from the islands would say it. I miss Helly. She was so special. I think there is a lot of time that I can recall. It's not a good day today. It's the rainy season. As soon as June 1 rolled around, it became rainy every single day. I know that it's time for a cool change. It's time for a cool change. It's time for a cool change. It's time to go.