It has been hot hot hot
these past few days.
The sun beats down
and the air is stiff
and humid
like being locked away
in a stuffy closet.
And yet I wouldn't
have it any other way.
The sky is blue
and the clouds are pregnant
almost ready
to give birth to thunderstorms
with labor of lightning
and birth of fat rain drops.
I know in my heart
that in six months from now
there will be only snow
and cold winds that chill you
right to the bone.
There will be no sunshine
no clouds ready to burst
only the sterileness
of impending winter.
And I shudder at the thought
that all of this will come to an end.
This must have been
what John felt
when he saw
the end of the world,
and knew
it would soon come to pass.
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