On a dry day

with just us three 

on the way.

The path all dusty

rising with warm wind

gushing towards the face

kissing the face along the way.

A blinding love

far from comfort

with discomfort in eyes

still on the way home.

The big rain drops

falling on the ground 

like crystal balls

stilling the dust about to rise.

The sudden darkening of clouds,

a hasty decision

the sudden heaviness

with a chilling breeze.

The rain cooling the soul

the plants dancing happily

moving along with the breeze

after the long humid days.

A brief joy with smiles,

some with umbrellas,

others without it,

enjoying the gift of nature

that balances out everything.