Poetry
B
16th July Sun is lingering, behind the clouds, No cool breeze to please the crowds. Thirst is desperate, water is scaires, Rain threatens, but never dares. People bathing in muggy light, Sweating. Fanning with all their might. Looking for a shady spot, The air is humid, sticky and hot. Time goes on and nothing changes, We mope around like total strangers. When finally we retreat to sit and lie, Kick back, roll on the 17th July.
