The sky had been a barren blue

For weeks, we’d felt the prickle

Of sweat rolling down our backs,

The heat so heavy it felt unbearable

To walk with it on shoulders

Hunched and ready for the rain.

So when those clouds rolled in

Like giants wrapped in duvets,

Ready to awake

And ready to uproar.

The sky will split and rain will fall

And people step out in gardens

Looking upwards, arms outstretched

Thankful that the heat is gone

Like air escaping from balloons,

Leaving skins that once were taut,

Shrivelled up and cold.