Her wanting was palpable as she stirred the breeze on our skin and seemed to pluck the need from the soil.
but she came.
On dusk she came falling, crying heavy drops amidst her growls from above. A steady rhythm with which to end the day and a drumming percussion on our nest to soothe tired limbs to sleep.
She kept company with the night but by dawn she was gone.
She departed leaving only a memory of her heavenly scent and a new fresh day washed clean by her too brief visit.... perfect for drinking perhaps the last of winter's tea and for longing for just a little bit more....please?