The heat waves came in droves
The tide ebbed to its nadir
El nino, the prodigal son that he was
Left surreptitiously on winged heels
The mercury shot past the scales
The sordid gray air was steaming hot
The elders singed in the nursing homes
As infants left by mad hunger-stricken mothers
Laid convulsing by the scorching streets
The bushes pitifully wilted in forsaken fields
And brushfires relentlessly razed the arid hills
The cisterns in the earth's womb were drained bone-dry
The sun was but an ugly angry searing star
Curdling my blood while my heart turned stone-cold
Tired , worn and weary from the longest wait
For that elusive dew drop taste of romance
That never ever did come.
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