Humidity

In Puerto Vallarta's summer embrace,

Humidity weaves its sultry trace.

A dance of moisture, warm and sweet,

It envelops you in its tender heat.

Like a lover's touch, it clings so near,

Surrounding you, a constant sphere.

In every breath, you taste the air,

A moist caress, beyond compare.

Along the shores where waves do play,

Humidity whispers in the bay.

The palm trees sway, their leaves adorn,

With droplets formed in early morn.

In cobblestone streets, the sunbeams gleam,

Yet humidity weaves its sultry dream.

The vibrant colors of this coastal town,

Mirrored by sweat pearls, gently roll down.

Through bustling markets, the scents arise,

Spices and fruits under sunlit skies.

As humidity's embrace draws tight,

Life thrives within this warm delight.

The ocean's breeze, a tender touch,

Yet humidity remains as such.

It clings to you like a secret friend,

In every moment, till the day's end.

In Puerto Vallarta's summer grace,

Humidity weaves its warm embrace.

Embrace its touch, let it surround,

A reminder that life's beauty is profound.

Author W Hutt