A breeze blows by here on the porch
yet sweat still gathers on my brow
'cause its so hot even weeds scorch,
It could be hotter.... I don't know how.

A cloud is building in the west,
I hope it decides to come this way
a bit of rain would be well blessed
on this hot dry summer day.

A crow arches on the power pole
then fluffs his feathers trying to cool.
He can't offset being black as coal.
So I squawk at him like an old fool.

Across the field a whirlwind rages
sending leaves and such into the air
which twirl like torn up poems' pages.
Then it dissipates without a care.

That building cloud went another way
taking other clouds along with it.
Man it sure is hot today.
Did I already mention it?