The plant on my verandah has leaves ruffling

The room is windy enough to turn over empty bottles

The wind is loud enough to drown out construction sounds and dogs barking

The earth’s dirt is dry

I’m observing my newly planted Touch of Sun plants, hoping they will survive the hot and dry weather

My twin finch birds are chirping for food.

My grandmother is coughing from the gush of wind and dirt

The sun peeks out

it is now 88 degrees.

The sky is blue on the left and grey to the north of me.

I can hear the fan engine struggling to whisk hot air out of the living room

A taxi cab just tooted its horn to notify a potential passenger

Someone’s keys juggling

I’m hearing shots fired from the Rookie soldiers’ practice location. It is heavy and low

A blue tarpaulin raises from someone’s ceiling, as the wind slaps it up and down

Ripe Mangoes are falling from my neighbors tree unto the top of a hollow drum