The sky weighs down upon us
a sticky heat clinging to the skin
the horizon vanished
beyond the rippling mirage
that tells us relief is on its way
the bitter lie of the desert summer
the humid air without a drop of rain
the unbroken fire
pouring down upon us
as only time brings its end- Caroline A. Slee
Love this one. 👏👏
Thank you, Lucy! It’s unbelievably hot and humid here, so I decided to whine in a poem. 😂