The Heat Goes On Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

The Heat Goes On

it's light outside
not from the moon
not yet a half or full moon to be seen,

the veil that covers the sky
got thicker
no longer transparent

the weather lady says: it's going to storm,
three days kong she crackles,
not a drop of rain,

but still, those overheated roads,
on which the skies dance in their own reflection,
and then the weather news of the next hour

Torrential rain falls
and thunderstorms
when will she stop with that chatter out of her thumb? !