Indian Summer

Heat, like fog, engulfs the environment. Flora and fauna burn in the sunbeams. Clamminess-filled vapor goes virulent. Mirages glimmer like unending streams. Tempests brimming with dust and debris blow. Unquenchably thirsty, the parched lands crack. With abstract sky paintings, dry evenings glow. Thunder peals, on and off, like an earthquake. Days taunt. Nights haunt. We burn in the furnace. Sleeplessness and nightmares pervade our nights. Flies and reptiles perform a crude circus. Heat climbs the atmosphere's immodest heights. With the nomadic breeze, black clouds elope. Timely drizzles, yet, try to bring some hope.