A.N. - A string of haikus, which are typically about nature. But, there's an undercurrent of love forming here. Can you see it?

Midsummer Love Poem

Why are we outside,
shirts stuck in the smalls of backs?
Sweat is not your friend.

The sun is scorching
merciless in its beating
rays upon us all.

The grass is dry, brown.
It crunches under your feet,
trailing small dust clouds.

The trees turn early
the leaves all colors but green
provide little shade.

The winds bring the heat
and never the thunderstorms
to quench the parched ground.

All life is dormant
for a three-month siesta
waiting for the fall.

But what about you?
You had mentioned the weather.
Sorry I rambled.