Oppressive Heat
When the air feels thick and humid,
clouds coalesce in shades of grey.
And a dullness blunts the Sun's edge,
unable to cut through the fray.
A gloomy mood paints your day blue
with a blah, melancholy brush.
And you start to squirm and fidget,
suppressing any urge to rush.
You lounge around, miserable:
with your face frozen in a frown.
And a laziness settles in,
as perspiration dribbles down.
Suffocating and exhausting,
the air feels heavy and tactile.
And the sweltering atmosphere
leaves you depressed and immobile.
Even long after the Sun sets,
an oppressive heat: won't give in.
And you feel uncomfortable:
for there's no way to cool your skin.
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