Heat
Heat.
Rising off the pavement
in vaporous waves,
seeping through every crack.
Its forked tongue whispering
illusions in your ear.
Your mind sees pictures
that aren’t really there.
Its coiling tail wraps
around your body,
sweat dripping
from every pore.
You try to escape but the poisonous
gas follows you everywhere.
Nowhere are you safe
from the burning grip of heat.
Only the power of rain
can deliver you from this hell.
For the rain can repair
what the heat destroyed.
The coolness of rain can
wash away the dirt and grime.
It soothes the burns and
cleans the wounds.
Come, oh rain,
and heal our broken bodies,
deliver us from this
world of flames and pain.
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