Confusion

On a walk
at 6 am today,
cool wind strokes my skin.
just fifty steps ahead
abrupt hot air
blasts cheek, nose.
a hot-cold tango.
one leads, other shadows.
summer or winter?
I ponder, perplexed.
the morning cackles
shakes a tree
in sadistic pleasure
setting off a tumble of dust.
I rush home to rinse,
turn on the faucet,
and then there is…
a cloudburst.