Poem: Stifling Heat
It's July but is it wrong to wish for snow? One hundred degrees is too warm for my comforting hoodie. Red flowers in green bushes but my herbs have withered in this punishing heat. A breeze is supposed to cool the brow but it only feels stifling. The humidity enough to make a fish reconsider drinking the air. This heat has to break even as the weather prediction says 'rain in 4 hours'.