Heatwave

nary a leaf on a limb...stirring sweat streams into my eyes...blurring too hot for even a thought...occuring- brain dead,lost in a fog the sky,sullen and tense...mumbles thunder and lightning it vents...rumbles storms,intense as it gets...humbles- so these are the dog days of august! (not quite august yet,but it still applies) a different style piece I like to call a joott Just One Of Those Things!