The stormy, cloudy sky, pouring out droplets of rain
Showering the leaves with fervent lashes, turning them on
The thick humid breeze, obsessively ruffle my hair, play with my scarf
Everything this evening seems in a dishevelled harmony.
I, the lone witness, to the addiction of nature
Stand and stare, I stare deep into the winds
Gaze down upon the leaves, see them blush greener
Feel the scorching infatuation of the unknown force.
Soon the passion dies down, the wind becomes milder.
The trees sigh in relief, in pleasure.
As if the wind was making love to the trees,
And now after the final climax they sway in deep ecstasy.
Slowly and softly the wind leaves us, the trees and me
The trees satisfied after the passionate lovemaking
And me, wishing for the wind to come back
To engulf me.