Heatwave

We stepped carelessly outside one hot August day, to see the seething summer sun and her wrath on us she lay. The sweltering heat it struck us first, and sent us hunting for shade dizzy with thirst. So heavy was that air so unforgiving that cruel sun, she scalded my skin to blisters then blinded my eyes for fun. In the shade of an oak for a moment we lay, but through the branches she pushed and relief she burned away. Waving our white flag back inside we did retreat, to the air-conditioned rooms sighed the sun 'vengeance is sweet'.