The thick, slate clouds blanketed the sky. I squeezed my eyes closed and wished with all my might for relief.
The summer heat swamps the air. Doing nothing causes a sweat. The air-con runs on overdrive.
In winter, I long for this heat. Forgetting the uncomfortableness. Now I wish for winter’s chill. Forgetting the icy bitterness.
The clouds clear up, presenting a clear blue sky. They teased me. A summer shower is all I want. It can’t be too much to ask?