Feeling the heat this morning I penned this poem:
kiss the sun and leave us
as the humidity seeps through our minds
and a sauna becomes the daily grind.
Here 'till the clouds say go
and thunder breaks the silence;
with lightning that brings us hope;
but then carries away the rope.
The storm-clouds sing of rain;
But only come, to go again.
It's October and peace be known,
the monsoon is soon to come,
to green the earth and minds;
to freshen up our daily grind;
when our tropical life becomes a wonder
and all because of thunder; before ‘the wet’.
© Lexene Burns