A sudden shower to cool the air
but not the ground,
as steam rises from the asphalt,
boiling in an instant
without making a kettle sound
The birds begin to sing again
having parched throats whetted,
the breeze is no longer warm
though my skin is wet and glistens
from all that i have sweated
Sun's gone behind cloud cover,
not till tomorrow will it be discovered
When in the face of it we grumble
let us remember the winter that passed,
take the heat and be a bit more humble...
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