The sense of hanging
the air, mist and humidity all have in common
during that summer trance
Laying there, dead
the air as thick as cobwebs
blaming it on the pollen
but we both know it's the summer rain
stagnant as the clouds
indecisive like the haze
that plagues road ends and smudging backyard lights
the haze and fog as the catalyst for a fever dream
often ignored but returning to remind us of
the curse or blessing that is summer rain