The sun looks and feels as though it seeks revenge The sweltering heat exarcabating the chronic fatigue that plagues this youthful body All of the grumbling and screaming turning into a silent whisper And subsequently, a yawn I feel oppressed by mother nature
The wind is blowing in fiery-like gusts When it touches my face I can feel all the energy oozing out of me Justifying this idleness
The air smells of wilted Jacaranda tree blossomings, strewn across the lawn Which would be blissful if inhalation of these smells didn't spur on pesky allergies It feels like the end of days
I yearn for the feeling of relief in the air and within myself when the infinite skies flare up and release the rains And the pleasure of hearing the water murmur when it flows over the stone work in the front yard