Monsoon
The summer morning settles down with the light dusting of the soft fallen rain that came early morning
A smell of monsoon air in passageways all around me
The plans for the BBQ delayed for a while but in time we know...
It’s Five o’clock somewhere
The summer morning settles down with the light dusting of the soft fallen rain that came early morning
A smell of monsoon air in passageways all around me
The plans for the BBQ delayed for a while but in time we know...
It’s Five o’clock somewhere
The burnt out ends of wildfires surrounding the valley peaks and below
The gusty monsoon winds gives way to sand blown walls of blindness wrapping up the sky
The grim shadows of darkness grip the air, the light is gone and the sky is bare
Only those foolish or brave-hearts drive to get somewhere
Torn up leaves lay about my feet as the sidewalks are covered with sand and debris
Newspapers, plastic bags and other trash are heaved around the air, without a care
Where they land or whose vacant lot they meet as the monsoon shower keeps the beat
The season is monsoon, and difficult it is to keep things neat
A broken window here, a downed porch somewhere else, the devil-like winds brings in the storm
At the corner of the street, the lamp post dodges the fallen trees as a lonely taxi drives down the street
The darkness lifts, we put out the lights as the sky once more shows the glittering sun
The monsoon has passed for the day, but tomorrow, another storm is on its making its plans
This is Arizona weather, from July to September, and I wouldn’t have it any other way
The gusty monsoon winds gives way to sand blown walls of blindness wrapping up the sky
The grim shadows of darkness grip the air, the light is gone and the sky is bare
Only those foolish or brave-hearts drive to get somewhere
Torn up leaves lay about my feet as the sidewalks are covered with sand and debris
Newspapers, plastic bags and other trash are heaved around the air, without a care
Where they land or whose vacant lot they meet as the monsoon shower keeps the beat
The season is monsoon, and difficult it is to keep things neat
A broken window here, a downed porch somewhere else, the devil-like winds brings in the storm
At the corner of the street, the lamp post dodges the fallen trees as a lonely taxi drives down the street
The darkness lifts, we put out the lights as the sky once more shows the glittering sun
The monsoon has passed for the day, but tomorrow, another storm is on its making its plans
This is Arizona weather, from July to September, and I wouldn’t have it any other way
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