I step outside and the hot sticky air takes my breath away. Instant perspiration hits my forehead and trickles down the side of my face. The humidity is so thick in the air, making life around me struggle to breath. Not a breeze anywhere to be found.
I get into the comfort of my car and modern air conditioning. Ah, it feels so much better. I take my turn on the road, my space among all of these cars as I buzz along to the next store. Clouds are looming in the south. Dark, voluptuous clouds filled with moisture. Soon, I see a drop here, a drop there on my bug display for a windshield. Before too long, angry fat drops of rain pound down on me, making that DIT, DIT, DIT sound. The sound is deafening and I can't hear my ABBA CD. Rain, rain, rain, continues to pour. Then, as soon as it started, it ends. I roll the windows down in my car. The air is the same, still hot and sticky. The nourishment of water from the heavens could not take it away. Within minutes, the signs of the rainstorm vanish. The only thing left is a cleaner windshield.