Heat Unrelenting

Fires are springing up all over and blazing across the land. The brave firemen working hard are severely undermanned. The wheat crop, rippling in the breeze, is beginning to look dry. Each July day has opened with a brilliant, bright blue sky. Its the hottest July recorded in usually rainy Puget Sound. My pretty lawn has withered and my perennials have browned. We've not had the usual showers in the quiet of the night. The leaves on my majestic Oak appear as though they were hit by blight. Our red sunset holds no warning to which sailors must take heed. There is no promise that tomorrow will bring the rains we need. Forgive me Lord for grumbling when you sent the endless rain And I promise I lwill never grouse about dark skies again Written July 30, 2015