Water lazily licks at the soft pebbles.  

Tall grass whispering in shifts.  

Wind whistling a soft tune of mourning.  

Clouds gather, rumbling against the crowd.  

The canopy above your umbrella,  

as the frustration brings tears,  

groaning as the sky cries down upon you,  

Whimpers whip and cry out   

as the trees swing in fluidity  

patchouli and humidity