Desert day Desert day Another day has passed, hours moving fast and yet they crawled along so slowly. The softness of the breeze, touching hair and naked skin, wafts earthy scents and warmness, cooling, for they bring night. Lightning kisses mountaintop with desert's silent thunder. Today the sun rose bright and quick upon the buzzing, chirping desert, hotly loving as the morning became day.
Music changes as the sun moves westward to start the winds.
They hum their melodies through grass and cactus, bringing pause, a moment taking breath, till disappointing heat reminds that still the day reigns, giving ease but not escape. Yet still the sun makes winds which, blowing hotly, return the knowledge and the hope that evening's respite is near. At last the colors' turning on sun and sky and clouds show the symphony's end. Sparse raindrops fall, laughing as they pretend to cool though every ear rejoices at the sound. The scents of night pervade the moistened air, which smells of lightning, crisply, sweetly, hearkening to Spring.