Winds are blowing from the east, bringing unwelcome air, filled with unwanted particals. So what is it when a nose will run, and troath is dry. eyes are wet, Do i really deserve this.
The earth itself is drying, looking sort of barren, nothing wants to grow. yet the sun is shining. skies are blue.
So please send on the south west breeze, with its soft and gentle urges, its mist flowing across my face, as it lubricates leaves and all the fauna of this ever so dry place.