The density of the tropical air can be expressed by the
absence of will, the abundance of moisture, and the
undeniable, impending, dehydration I know so well.

So yes, it's pretty **** hot, much hotter than the thermometers indicate.
Like I break a sweat bending over to tie my shoes.
Or how my town has more fixtures dedicated to air conditioning service than diesel and petrol

After this realization it will rain for just enough time for me to decide if I want hot coffee or tea
to celebrate the coming mists,
the dark clouds,
the cool breezes and
I anticipate shivering for the first time in a long, long time.

But it doesn't matter, because after a brief moment the skies empty
and bestow upon us blinding sunshine and even more humidity.
So I solemnly turn off the gas under the tepid kettle
like the unrequited lust of a teenager

and the few precious droplets of water that collected on the concrete disappear