It's oppressively hot. You feel enervated, listless, and devoid of any enthusiasm. What can you do? You are biding your time; waiting, hoping for a turn in the weather. Anxiously scanning the horizon, imagining, almost willing for the dark, rain-bearing cloud. At the very least, a gust of cool breeze to provide succor to the body and soul. It seems that human, animals, and plants, all of them are at the mercy of some malevolent force, crying out for release.
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