Months of rain
fill the floresta
with abundance
and the roads
with quagmires of mud

Beads of raindrops
line the leaves
frogs croak
their delight
humidity infuses
the air like
morning tea

Soon this season
shifts into long
months of perfect
days of sunshine
nights filled with stars

Each of our two seasons
has much to love
and change just often
enough to enjoy both,
but I expect this is
true wherever one lives
for our contentment
comes from within
not dependent on
the external
which just is
no matter what
we experience inside