brushfire hot

Ninety degrees plus inside my abode at 5:37 p.m.

All day long its been hot, an edgy-kind of hot, a heat that slices through you.  The kind of hot that burns and fills the sky with grey for days on end.

It's not an ordinary hot.  It's not August hot.  It's more.  It's like fever trying to get inside you. 

The heat is ominous.  I prefer days of flood.  Even the last hurricane passed more easily than the season of brushfires.

The days of brushfire are a real drag.  Dark as snow days (with a greater lack of visibility), but hot like the moment before you burn your skin.

I'm praying for rain.