There,

There,

It seems the sky is blue

Thickly rich with a sheen

Of royal icing,

Billowy clouds

Drifting by in concession

To variability.

On a dry day

The dusty path always knows its way.

So far so good

As the Mynah birds swoop

In their protective battle formation

Squealing a warning

To the predators to stay away.

Even the dog walkers

Hold their canine friends

On a tight leash

As a flash mob of avian

Fighters

Patrols the sky beneath the trees.

Things can change so quickly

Storm troopers gather

At the edges,

Extras in the wings,

Water carriers

Waiting for their cue

Building confidence

Waiting for the right moment

To arrive

Before releasing the weight

Of their bounty.

Perhaps it is needed

The ground is too dry

The air, too heavy with moisture,

Walking a thankless task

Beneath the shimmer

As the sun beats down.

Everything seems to follow

In sequence

As a worn path unwinds

The safety of shelter

The path to my door

The waiting embrace

Even in the mind's eye

There is a welcome

In the knowledge that change is inevitable

As long as I bend into the wind

I will make it safely home

Before the deluge

Becomes a flood