This time each year, this being tired and anxious rather;
As the heat soars, several rainclouds in mind begin to gather.
Yet the body keeps going and for that reason the mind walks;
Nothing within the sweltering body, but only sweat talks.
At that moment, a cloud appears in front of the Sun;
A feeling of respite, swiftly cools and covers the region.
The crazy wind starts to run, like a child takes a race;
Leaping through the grounds, rooftops and all over the place.
The noon swooping into evening, although a part of routine play;
Quietly renovates into a wintry dusk, urging this respite to stay.
I wonder during this weather change, from where those clouds obtain;
Such a soothing coolness, even before the preview of rain.