Forecast

Highs will exceed 100 with a 30% chance of suicide. We will envy dogs their long tongues & they our ability to shed. Rain will fall part-way to the ground & evaporate, like a name you almost remember & then you can’t. You’ll see a rabbit sprawled in the shaded driveway: its lucky left foot points toward hidden water. An earwig in the kitchen will carry its calipers upright like the nerdiest of engineers, & later on you will consider this to have been a portent, because the power will fail & the air will go unconditioned, shutting down cities throughout the effete northeast. We will give up on the power company, decide we are the ones we’ve been waiting for & reach for our genitals as if they were real flowers. We will think the next wandering breeze was meant just for us.