Season of Rain

The glare of the sun reflects off the cars,

Finding myself yet again blinded,

The rays of daylight pound down upon me,

Pavement blurs upon itself,

The heat rises into a filmy haze,

Heat causes my skin to pinken,

Sweat rolls down the curve of my back,

My throat yearns for appeasement,

Vocal cords straining to simply croak,

Longing for the days to pass quickly,

For shimmering heat waves to dissipate,

For curtains of water to shower down,

Mud is preferable to arid land,

Layers of clothing appreciated,

The alternative being blistered skin,

The denizens of my land cry out,

As does the land itself,

Wishing, begging, pleading,

For the season of rain to begin.