Humidity didn’t just arrive today~
it descended,
a damp celestial overlord
turning Texas into its own personal terrarium.
My clothes clung to me
like needy toddlers
refusing to be put down.
The air grew so thick
I considered cutting a doorway through it
just to walk to the kitchen.
The frizzy-haired squirrel
became humidity’s chosen mascot,
Even the sky looked exhausted~
sweaty, sagging,
like it needed a cold drink
and a long nap.
And still humidity whispered,
with the confidence of a moist tyrant:
You’re not going anywhere dry today.
Horrible heat harms
Until everyone
Moves like honey
Indefinitely slowing
Down all that are caught
In the heat
Tomorrow it may be better
You never know
July 21st, 2025
It’s 8:43 a.m.
the humidity in Kansas City is worse than a sauna
twittering birds are doing noisy conversing
there is loud annoying haha of a crow
in the distance I can hear a barking dog
my dogs do not seem to hear this
they are staring in the direction of the crows
there are three of them, flying single file
Haha haha haha laughing crows
a super large black ant zoom-crawls toward me
large black rain spots appear on my gray asphalt driveway
there is a loud cymbal sound of thunder
both dogs enter doggie door, seeking refuge of the house
it is raining flat out now
I see steam rises from the asphalt
There's a water shortage in countries,
especially where there's strife,
and air conditioning is needed,
to lead a pleasant life.
We also have bone-dry Bermuda
where, except for 5" monthly rainfall,
collected in cisterns or brought by tanker ship,
there's no water to be had at all.
Attempting to inform the people in power,
an endeavour which failed of course,
what every island AC emits,
and it's their free drinking source.
As AC units create water naturally,
on average 5 to 20 gallons
of condensate per day,
producing H2O from humidity,
it's a crime to let it waste away.
It may be but a drop in the bucket,
and yet, place a clean container,
when the unit is switched on,
to collect the drips
of distilled water, safe to imbibe,
below the condensation drain,
and you may have a million sips
again and again and again.
The beauty of the rain when those crystal drops fall on us, is what this poem is all about.
The droplets fall on me now,
As pure as a plain crystal- Even I do not know how,
They fall on my body,
I wish I was called worthy of it-By somebody.
I feel glad and blessed,
When those crystals on my body-Gets pressed,
I feel relived and chaste,
Forgetting my gender, religion and caste.
They fall on me one after the other,
And are waiting to fall on me,
When they clash across each other,
I could feel from this worldly stress- Fully Free!
Foreigners in our humid country pray*
To smite heat with triumphant icy tray
Savoring popsicle sticks
Midst constant cold water-licks
As they are fired-up by bright Summer ray.
*Philippians 4:6 Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.
August 1, 2024
4th place, "A funny Summer Limerick" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 8/18/2024
humidity's grips
a dampened silence of wings
shadowless movement
Low humidity
setting everything aflame,
natural instinct.
outside, it was raining
as it was inside
drinks spilling onto the floor
from incessantly topped-up glasses held by
forgetting, gesticulating hands
spittle flying from mouths attached to people
in love with their own voices
their little huddled audiences salivating
over every word or the prospect
of taking their turn as court-holder
the room drooling with
go-to anecdotes and jokes
rehearsed at a hundred parties like this one
disgorged from speech bubbles like fat storm clouds
filling dead air with stories on life support
sudden thunderclaps of laughter
precipitating further precipitation
the floor must have been wet but thankfully
not gleaming like the pavement twelve floors down
the rain let up outside
I slipped out onto the balcony
and between sips of my stale beer
gulped the laundered air
Magical, musical raindrops skydive through the atmosphere.
The clouds may growl and grumble, but you just keep dancing.
Earth’s flowers drink you, with a passionate thirst;
You bring sweet life.
HUMIDITY DROPS
sunshine-rain and chivalrous clouds
a summer of droughtless drops
i’m chilly under the humidless fan
a season of happy thoughts
7/1/2017
Verse
Breathing thick heat in,
watching the fan spin above--
hating humidity.
ALesiach © 7/27/2016
HOWLING OF HUMIDITY
No wind blows.
The sweat of a dandelion,
No seeds sold
To the gardener there.
No planting of pretty peacocks.
Umbrella wide above the sun,
Puddles gather but don’t sink
To the humid earth,
Dusty red and brown.
Flooded with handheld fans,
Flowers alive on origami paper,
Promises of windswept dreams
Of a lazy Southern sea and ice tea.
Kim Rodrigues © 2016
Humidity’s validity
Is limited to plants
‘Cause people would avoid it
If they only had the chance.
For mugginess, like bugginess,
Does nothing but annoy.
It’s not the type of weather
That I ever could enjoy.
The ickiness of stickiness
Just brings me to my knees.
I’m sure I’m not the only one
Who’d much prefer to freeze!
Droplets of sweat form
On my skin
As lightning cracks
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