Summer Day

By Hiner Spees


I try not to move. My skin is saturated with heat.
The eyes flooded with light. Even the shadows are defeated.

In the distance rumbles a lonely tractor. I smell cut grass.

Later I splash water into the face, over my neck. As it trickles down my back, I look up.

The dark sky promises relief.

Night falls, yet sleep does not come. Lightning and thunder remain distant. Every breathing being longs for the rain, for cool and fresh air.

In vain. Maybe tomorrow.

4 thoughts on “Summer Day

  1. I’d like to thank the people behind “The Drabble” for the selection of the image. It fits perfectly, because that’s what the sky looked like on the day I was inspired to write it.


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