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Summer Heat
My skin is moist
My pores are open, warmed
I can feel the beads of sweat rolling on my body
Coming out from my sweat glands
As I lie in bed waiting for the sun to set
It's late afternoon, forty five minutes after five
A quarter before the Angelus
But the sun is still blazing hot at thirty two degrees Celsius
Unwavering in its heat that is almost unbearable as summer wears on
Rain is a rarity at this time of year
April shower pours occasionally
Summer is a hot season where rain is a rare blessing to all creatures living in the tropical regions of this earth
Scarcity of water supply has become a problem
At times only a trickle comes out from the faucets at daytime
And sometimes nothing at all, not even a single drop
And I wish I was still living by the sea like before
So I can swim my way out from this summer heat
Anytime I want to to escape
My pores are open, warmed
I can feel the beads of sweat rolling on my body
Coming out from my sweat glands
As I lie in bed waiting for the sun to set
It's late afternoon, forty five minutes after five
A quarter before the Angelus
But the sun is still blazing hot at thirty two degrees Celsius
Unwavering in its heat that is almost unbearable as summer wears on
Rain is a rarity at this time of year
April shower pours occasionally
Summer is a hot season where rain is a rare blessing to all creatures living in the tropical regions of this earth
Scarcity of water supply has become a problem
At times only a trickle comes out from the faucets at daytime
And sometimes nothing at all, not even a single drop
And I wish I was still living by the sea like before
So I can swim my way out from this summer heat
Anytime I want to to escape
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