The Breeze

The most wonderful breeze is blowing outside. It's the kind that makes one feel like a character in a movie. The softness of it, the cool temperature and the slight rustling of the winds. With the atrocious heat that we've had to suffer lately, the cool winds are a welcome change. By welcome I mean- Give me more of the winds or I'll die by melting into a skin coloured puddle on the floor.

The beautiful weather and the quiet night time charged some of my creative neurons and here's a poem, plus fraîche.

Softly she waves around me
as if she's dancing to a lullaby.
She makes the leaves dance with her.
Her only shape is the blowing dust on the streets and look how beautiful it is.

Brushing past my cheeks, she leaves her coolness behind.
In the silence of the night
I'm the only one standing here with her.
It is almost as if she does this all for me.

I hate to say goodbye and go inside.
She might not be there in the morning.
I never know when she might come next.
She's tempestuous like that but I can't wait to have her back.