Here's my little crevice of the world to you.
Humidity mischievously enjoys tampering with your hair,
And Heat yearns to tint your skin.
Rain shares her serenity with us on the sweetest of nights,
And dear friend Wind delivers the coolest of breeze.

My crevice is not a wonder, nor an attraction,
Although it shares the rarest of beauties to rest your eyes on.
When the Lady Sun rises, her strength spills and pours over.
Clouds dance at her humble arrival, and the stars are outshone-
Making way for a sight to see.