The Sweltering Heat

I am walking down the street in the sweltering heat, water is dripping from my face and perspiration is oozing out of my skin and flooding the dry places, the reservoir has run dry and there is no sign of rain clouds in the pregnant skies, the fires are running wild and the furnest is touching the sky. The dry spell is coming to town and the heat is spreading all around; stay indoors if you don’t know what to do and make sure you have a comfortable pair of shoe. Look across the wilderness, hell fire is burning the village down and people are running around, the stubborn trees are falling and the elderly women are weeping. The fire is purging the woodland, burning animals, insect and disease that lurks in the forest from the inception of time, rat mongoose and lion cubs all perish in the fire before the heat dies down. The fire has touches everything and the people have to face their sins and the village women that escape the tragedy roll in the ground and cry out to the deity for saving their skins. Charred bodies kissing with the tress and grown men on bended knees, proposing burn to crisp before the day was done. And the bones of animals on the ground tell you where they were at before the heat began to scorch their hats, some people jumped off the mountain cliff when the heat turned the corner; oh what natural disaster brought the dry spell to the town. A strange phenomena took the people by surprise spilling the sweltering heat around and purifying everything on the ground; such is the order of life when it takes you on a conscious ride, you make all the sacrifice. You must either do or die when you are backed up into a corner, but the heat will pull you out on time and you will know what to do for the divine; the sweltering heat is moving around the town, the sweltering heat is disrupting my heart beat, the sweltering heat is burning passion to the ground, can you feel the heat?