A summer sun hangs heavy behind
rain clouds blotting out the sky, and
she wonders how it can possibly be this hot
with nothing but gray above
and mist all around.
Sweat mats her hair and
stings her eyes
while a couple of mosquitos
dance around her ankles,
wrecking havoc.
She leaves, wondering if
there’ll ever come a day
when the gray skies lift
and her spirits follow suit.


Linda hosts Stream of Consciousness Saturday. This week’s prompt is β€œleaves.” Use it as a noun or a verb. Have fun!