Quintilis

Fluffy balls of cotton
Emerge from the mighty mountains
Exploding miniature atom bombs
In the ravines of the sky
White streaks of slytherins
Merge over the riveting river
Standing still over the waters
Holy spirits of the nymphs
The downpours of the day
Made all clean green & serene
Purple skies bide adieu to Quintilis
Half the year passed away.

Goodbye beautiful month of July
You have been very kind to me.