A horrible short story. Wish it was summer already.

Summer Rain

Sweat. Dripping off my face as the sun scorches my body. Lying there, it’s hard to think in all the heat. The gross, humid, heat, covering me in a suffocating blanket. It’s like the whole world has started to move at the speed of molasses. Even the cars, their wheels seeming to stick to the hot asphalt, move slower. Or is it me? Still, I lie there, my bare back against the burning concrete, eyes closed, staring up at the oh-so-hot sun. Maybe, I think, if I stay this way long enough, some of the sun will tan my pasty legs. It’s 116 degrees, and yet it feels like 130. So hot, I can’t move. I feel like I’m stuck to the concrete, until someone comes along and peels up my sunburned body. I love this feeling. This feeling of total peace, surrounded by heat, radiating in waves around me. Spinning my mind into a sticky mess of long forgotten cobwebs. What seems like hours later, though probably only a minute, I waken to find myself staring in to a face. The face of something I can’t quite place, drifting in the form of a cloud. Then, I hear it. Way off in the distance. A rumble. Then, I see it. The air is starting to cool off, and just behind the trees of the cul-de-sac, hangs a grayish blot of rain. Creeping closer, ever closer. So humid, it stifles everything, making it so you can only feel it and it alone. You only smell the rain, hanging in the air. Then, the drops start to pat along the concrete, making it steam from the water. Me, I feel the rain soaking my body, relieving all the heat that still resides in my very pores. So I stand, for the first time in hours and smile, watching the rain fall all around me. I dance, flinging my arms and legs in reckless abandon just so that I can feel the wetness being soaked up into my thirsty skin. I can see the print of my body being covered by the rain. Then, just like it started, it stops. The clouds drifted off, having decided to pour their tears out somewhere else. Me, I’m back laying out on the concrete, waiting for something else to happen.