Drought(heatwave)

At noon the heat is unbearable,and the vultures circle,
at noon the heat is at its highest,and the vultures swoop,
its more than we can stand,
it makes us apathetical it makes us amorous!,
its those many wavy lines of humidity that get to us,
but theres nowhere to run from a blazing sun thats beating down,its blinding and oppressive.
We are all blood red our skins are blistering and burnt,
we are sanguine under the cancerous rays,
we need to cool down because were panting and gasping and there isnt a breeze,
weve all got heat exhaustion,
we need to find shade somewhere.
We need to quench our thirsts as there isnt any moisture,
because there hasent been a downpour for a while,
and its set to stay this way,
the forecast is for more,
the terrain is baked and hot;
the tarmac is buckling,
the soil is dry and arrid,
its crumbling to pieces,
the grassland is catching fire and the reservoirs are draining,
nothing is growing all crops are failing,
we badly need a thunderstorm.
Its a drought scorched and parched do a rain dance.

Summer 2018
A Thearta production*