Summer Will Not Die

Patchy fog again tonight.
Seasonal highs today with a warming trend over the weekend, becoming hot next week, with highs in the low to upper nineties.
Low to no rain chances.

The dew points linger in the sixties, a silent shroud before the suffocating end.
Cumulus clouds drift through the eighties, holding back the burning skies for one last hour.

THE WESTERN RIDGE RISES!
IT DRIVES THE TROFFING TO THE EAST!
THERE IS NO ESCAPE FROM THIS PARKING HEAT!

Patchy fog settles over the dying grass tonight, obscuring the horizon before the slow warm up begins.
Highs on Saturday will climb three to four degrees warmer as the sky strips away every promise of rain.
The ridge takes its seat upon the throne of the atmosphere, locking us inside an endless season.
The humidity remains reasonable only to mock the parched dirt waiting for water that will never fall.

No relief in the sky!
Summer will not die!
No relief in the sky!
Summer will not die!

We are moving into September, but the heat remains sovereign.
The skies dry out into empty silence.

Temperatures top out in the eighties today before the crushing weight descends across the plains.
The upper troffing is forced to flee into the eastern ocean, leaving us trapped beneath the suffocating dome.
Low to no rain chances through the entire horizon, a void that consumes every morning prayer.
The ridge expands, a slow creeping death of light, burning away the autumn before it can bloom.

WE ARE NOT DONE WITH SUMMER!
THE DOME LOCKS OVER US!
SUMMER WILL NOT DIE!
SUMMER WILL NOT DIE!