Not worth crying over.

The strangest thing.
Weeks with no rain.
As if we´re not worth crying over.
As if the heavens have left us high and dry.
Clouds form such teasing shapes.
The tone of blue around them screams silence and isolation.
As a few of those funny cloud shapes join to give you the impression...
There will be relief.
No.
High and dry, heat just enough to turn me on.
Strange thing is I wish it more than the pleasant heat that´s suave effect leaves me relaxed and uncaring.