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.