It's Not Dah Heat...

In the steamy mist after a light rain,
not enough to dispel the heat
rising up from the pavement
it almost visible tendrils of steam
the fan moves the tepid air
laden with moisture,
to be wrung out like a towel
your shirt has now become
and you legs stick to the wooden chair
as the sweat trickles down your calves...
ah, late July on the East Coast
Where would i rather be?
             07-25-10