The stickiness

 The clouds ran out on us
Blue sky back
Sun pounding immediately
Merciless

The early morning storm
Screaming itself hoarse
Big puddles where it crossed land
All silent and sheltered these humans

Now they emerge as if they were never threatened
Humidity slapping faces making them red
they go bouncing and sweating into town
wet patches forming under arms between legs

Heat becomes aggressive itchy and invasive
people seek tree shade and awnings
but the roads and sidewalks feed heatwaves
and overwhelming sizzling breezes

Then they blame each otehr for not having taken showers
for inthe blink of an eye all of them are really smelly