Day is arrested and night
has fallen
parking spots sprinkled with cars
their smoky exhausts
at rest
no longer fumes to protest
a light rain
cleanses strain from today's
furnace
higher humidity tomorrow
they say - - 82 C
not the best of time for lighter skin.
Cars slaked with steady drops
surfaces protesting heat all day.
Grass silver with wetness
dew worms slithering in delight.
Tomato plants droop
from a flood of moisture.
Apartment lights now muted
everyone asleep I presume -
my turn to join the occasion.
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