Silent heat rose from the molten embers of a dying day,
The grey asphalt lay sweating in the setting sun of scorching May.
A drop falls hither;
A soggy breeze from the wild wet west
Made my moist skin
Tremble and shiver;
Stirred my heart in its breathless nest.
The searing sun then drowned in a blanket of darkest grey,
Swirling nimbus gathered with vengeance
To bathe the fag end of a summer day.