The speaker stands alone at a crossroads in brutal heat, surrounded by drooping trees, curled leaves, panting dogs and limp washing that looks like mourners. Everything seems worn down and hopeless. Then, unexpectedly, a breeze arrives, and the speaker treats it almost like a person: a "she" who wraps him in a shawl and smothers him with passion. She carries memories of childhood joy and the scent of a youth he had forgotten.
The speaker's feelings move from weary isolation to tender, almost aching longing. The line about rain falling "somewhere far away" suggests relief is real but still out of reach, and the snakes tasting the air add a small, slightly eerie note of alertness. By the end, rain is close, and he simply waits, full of love, for flowers to bloom. The mood is hushed and hopeful, like the stillness just before a storm breaks. Judging by the title, the breeze may be Happiness itself, arriving without warning.