January came with a full blowing wind,
The desert weather had a bipolar streak.
And then rolled February, swiftly unhinged-
The heat rising at a reasonable degree.
March stormed on- with the leaves turning green,
Shading passers by from the scorching heat.
April was windy with sand storm about,
Blowing hats off; chilling the land.
May was a pleasure to no one at all;
Fifty degree Celsius brought on too much scorn.
June crawled in little did it help matters,
With temperature rising, it wore people off;
July- now that brought a feeling of ease,
And gratefulness seeing the weather settling.
August was awesome with rain pelting on-
Tho poor drainage system left puddles along.
September rekindled a lot of lost love;
The weather obeyed- with the peoples wants.
October- now that leaves me stumped for words,
Cause I left the desert, didn’t stay anymore.
I guess it’s safe to say my inspiration ink is running dry 😀 but get to letter Z I will. Onto P now!
