early evening rain falling heavy on hot soil, tarmac, stone
evaporates fast, forms humid stock, soured by sweat
bubbles up in steaming cumuli that boil over
drive down dust, pollen and temperature
so that tonight we might sleep
unless it doesn’t and the thick soup simply simmers
as we pull covers off, ache for breathe, pull covers on
attempt to seduce sleep with scent
dowse it with floods of dopamine, serotonin and oxytocin
and still we’ll perspire with pulses pounding
hotter, damp, worse than before
praying for a storm to break
a storm that will wake us where we fell
after sleep caught us off guard
as we lay alert to the flight of a curious mosquito
~
CLP 24/06/2021
Journey of Words 
Those last two lines are fantastic 👍🖤🖤
Thank you so much! Poetry and closing lines…an area for discussion. How to land a poem is always a challenge…particularly when we write to daily deadlines! I am glad you liked them. 🙏
For me it’s titles and last lines – they are often the hardest. The stuff in between comes much easier to me 👍🖤