its been a hottie but the sun has now set - 40℃
was the ambient yet with little breeze and a late
appearance of apparently reticent raincloud
would’ve been great if it had actually soaked up
some heat - but it didn’t - merely topping up the
calamitous moisture index a coupla beats; so,
desiccated we have been almost unobtrusively
damped down by a fine drizzle passing quietly
over to the southeast in a thin blanket of cloud
it means humidity guarantees a crude intrusion
during the evening & night, not an appealing or
aptly endearing end to this scorching day; we’ll
have to take it as it comes - once again getting
accustomed to perspiration lathering into sweat
without the menial effort of its usual physics
just inert-sitting in an armchair causes dripping -
ceiling fans stir moist, super-saturated air into a
pervasively conglomerate soup-thin mix
not uncomfortable unless being sweated scares
the epicure into avowal condescending there’s a
similarity to being slow cooked in the lounge
yet we survived - and will endure a night rather
determined in our origins of hell, tho it mightn’t
be a sinecure deserved - but then - all’s well ...
©16 February 2016, I. D. Carswell
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