August Tease

All week, three-digit temperatures have clung to afternoons which thirsted for relief. I woke today; a dab of dampness hung in morning's atmosphere, and like a thief, it's waited out the day until the sun dipped out of view, and now the sky's turned grey and blowing of a whipping wind's begun! I go outside and watch the tree limbs sway. Some droplets touch my skin, and I suppose it soon will rain. The breeze refreshes me. I go back in my house and I compose this poem, but looking out again, I see the sun peek through the clouds as if to mock. In hot still air, two birds fly past and squawk! Aug. 7, 2020 For Brenda Chiri's Nature Rhyming Poetry Contest