My boyfriend and I volunteered to clean trash off a local lake shoreline, and we stupidly decided to do it on one of the hottest days of the year. Even though I'm 27 and in great shape, the sun's really getting to me today. I'm 5-7, and weigh in at 110 pounds with long hair that I've pulled back into a tight ponytail, and being a blonde, I burn easily, so I had my boyfriend put a ton of sunscreen on me. Even though I'm only wearing a little halter top and thin cotton shorts, I'm still burning up. We picked up trash for a couple hours, and finally filled my boyfriend's truck. He just left for an hour trip to the dump, and he left me here to keep picking up trash. I'm exhaust, sore, and that just ain't gonna happen in this heat. That bastard is probably freezing right now in his air conditioned cab, and here I am, burning up in this baking sun. I hope the cold shrinks his dick. There's no shade in sight, so I just lie down on a dock and try not to move.
The unrelenting afternoon summer sun beats down on my dark and heated skin. Beads of sweat ooze out of me, starting as little drops and then bulging in size until they break free and roll across my flesh. As the drips roll, they devourer smaller drops, gaining size and speed as they moved about. A constant flow of sweat pours down my skin, tickling me and sending little heat-shivers though my body. The hot, humid breeze does nothing to take away my heat. It only teases me with the promise of relief, but does little more than make me wetter as the air's stifling weight presses against my nose and mouth.
Every minute seems like an eternity as the heat and sun suck away my fluids, making me feel limp and drained. As I glance toward the piercing sun, my eyes catch the new form of a wispy cloud near the western horizon. Its white and fluffy outline glistens brightly against a solid blue background. It is so small and tender that it offers little hope of winning against the fierce onslaught of the sun.
As I stare longingly at the little cloud it begins to rise and grow, as if reacting to my desperate need. It's fluffiness is fast replaced by an intense and building firmness, with veins of darkness swirling in its frenzied expansion. Thunderous heads clamor on the horizon like soldiers scrambling for position on a battle front, as they escalate their attack against the sun. Within minutes, the rising tip of the thunder heads sit at the edge of the sun, and then the clouds take out the sun in a final thrust. The searing light is replaced by the softer, bluefish hues of the storm clouds.
Instantly my skin feels its first relief, but as if mocking the clouds, the breeze stops, and the heavy, silent humidity pushes even harder against me. It lays heavy and deep in my throat, making it hard to breath as I struggle to swallow the heavy, damp air. In the near distance, a grey, shimmering curtain appears, letting me know that the clouds are releasing their pent up moisture on my neighbors. Knowing that other's so close were being cooled stoked my jealously, and made me crave the relief even more.
As the storm approaches, the hot wind begins to blow hard and to erratically change directions. It pretends to blow the clouds toward me, and then moments later would tease me by changing direction and blow them away. I can see the cold air coming as it brushes the tops of distant trees. The leaves dance with delight as the cool wind rubs against them, and brings promise of an approaching wetness. With a sudden sigh the cool air hits me. It lashes across my body, licking at my sweat and lifting my spirits. As I let the cool breeze flow over me, the first light-flashes appeared, hinting that much more is just ahead. Within seconds I feel the deep rumbling as the thunder shock engulfs me. I close my eyes and let the rumble flow through me, and then returned to enjoy the storm.
