pray for rain

that's all you can do really, pray for rain. pray for clouds to hover and shroud the sun. pray for the humidity to rise to the breaking point. it's the moment that it's 6pm, looks like sunset, and the sky has burst. the air pushed in by the fan is cooling, slowly slowly, finally rendering the fan not a moot point anymore. in the city on the sixth floor in a loft with windows lining only one wall. cross-breeze is a joke, and in the city, central air is a joke. and my room has no windows. it took only two minutes of laying in the bedroom last night until i retired to the couch in retreat. even then with a fan pushing in the night air and another right in front of it [in hopes of fanning exponentially], i wondered how many people in defeat have taken their lives because of the heat in the city.