102° Fahrenheit

 

                                                                                       Light like tea colored twilight at 5 pm.
Northern hemisphere. 
30.4692° longitude.
Two days before the longest day.
Haze building to an eventual storm.
Full on storm clouds have not yet arrived...
But they're coming...
Maybe.
102° Fahrenheit. 
Wind and rain will cool things down for the night,
In preparation for another blinding 100+ degree day tomorrow.
The extremes will continue to create distance,
Flying in spiraling grace
From the center point.
Things that arose
As a response to external stimuli,
Emergent situations changing the landscape,
A response to an urgent need,
These cures to past problems flourish,
And multiply beyond their means,
Then, in turn, they create new problems...
New emergent events,
Ills that beg for a cure...
Dominoes perpetually falling...
History drunkenly repeating...
Sometimes the rain never comes.
Just distant flashes and low rumbling thunder making empty promises.
Deer on the edge of the forest listen to every word.