Muggy Heat

I don't like this weather. The heat brings all the animals out, all the vermin come creeping out of their corners and from under the stones, and before you know it the place is infested. If it were proper heat, you could see the animals for what they are, could deal with them properly. If it were cold, you could feel the exhilaration of the ice in the air, you would feel properly alive again, and the animals would slink away. But this muggy heat, this lukewarm climate, dulls the senses and the mind and leaves us open to all kinds of threats we wouldn't normally have any threat from.

Let the clouds come, let the heavens open. Let the storm front break out into our lands and our hearts, and with flood and fury cleanse the earth and its people. Let the storm wash us clean, and then...

Let us be free.