Its windy, its dusty and the
rain crystals are falling.
The wind makes me embrace,
The dust is earthy to my
Nostrils.
The rain gently tickles my face.
Walk besides me.
***
The Ground is wet and silky,
My feet are caressed with the
Silky wooly soil.
Freshness waffles in my nostrils.
The fire crackles at the hearth.
***
The roofs are silverish
From the wetness.
Symphony is created by the
Falling rain crystals.
The aroma of the Mt. Kenya ground
Coffee fill the cozy cuddly fireside;
As pet talk lights the embers.
