Sam Page
When desert winds are blowing
And the trees perform their dance,
Is that a fit and proper time
To think about romance?
When the Sonoran sun is high
And the desert land is baking
Could I assume that a sweet kiss
Is right there for the taking?
When the monsoon rains come
With noise and streaks of light,
Wouldn’t you agree that
A hug would be just right?
No matter the day or time of year,
Or if skies are gray, or blue,
It’s always the perfect time
To be, my love, with you.