After That Pretty Summertime Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

All people pack their stuffs Back home leaving the rock of suicide alone, The seashore will be by itself playing a little bit With those waves, Restaurants are not overcrowded as They used to be, All ice cream vendors are not seen As they used to be, It's calm outside... There are some clouds that are hovering up in the sky, but There are no rains, Some people are still strolling Here and there, It's not hot as It used to be, The sea looks pretty and calm With its pretty waves coming and going, The pretty mountains are clearly seen from That part of the city, It's not windy outside, but It's quite pretty, All Summertime's fruits are seen in the supermarkets, so Some people go shopping over there.... ______________________________________________________________________