Tuesday, 21 April 2015

Summer

Summer

The sun glared down boiling the earth. The heat was oppressive, covering the area in a steamy clammy blanket of still air.
The hot muggy air precluded all movement.
Cattle grazed in open fields, standing silently, statue-like in the heat.
Dogs lay sprawled on verandas. Their limp tongues drooled saliva which pooled creating a lake of slobber.
Flowers drooped and sagged under the weight of the humidity. Trees were still. No breezes in the stagnant air.
Kids cooled off running through lawn sprinklers, their arcs of water falling like a gentle rain on laughing sweaty children.
It is summer. The weather is hot and the days are lazy.


© Phil Renaud 2015