Who knows, July and August will be recorded as the warmest and driest months in Europe since records began.
One can only hope that now, with all the fires and other natural disasters that are coming to our regions, there will be a greater awareness that something must be done to combat global warming.
Grass grows patchy in bristling brown spikes (if it grows at all). The smooth-complexioned face of land now cracks under unrelenting heat. Fields once flush with fruits go barren, pleading through parched throats and chapped lips that no kiss of water or answered prayer has yet come to soften, for August doesn’t care about religion or rain dances.