Parched land, parched throat


The rising of the Sun.
A rising in temperatures.
The rising heat unbearable.
Into the night the heat follows.

A heatwave blankets overhead.
El Nino is to be blamed.
The Sun above the Equator.
Tomorrow is the equinox.

Hot! Hot! Hot!
The land parched; cracked.
A comparison to the desert.
Hottest cities reaching 39°C.

Four cubes of ice melts away.
The mug of water iced cold.
In less than ten minutes,
the water is warm again.

The afternoons I dread.
Quenching my throat often.
The fan at full blast.
All I feel is warm air.

Sweat pouring down my face.
Trickling along my back I feel.
Hands and legs damp and sticky.
A bathtub filled with ice… I desire.

I look forward to going to work.
Air-conditioned as cold as winter.
A few hours of respite, I’m thankful.
Bracing myself, I step out into the heat.

By C.E. Pereira


Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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