Sweat dripped down my back,

my mouth was Dry,

my skin felt Scorched, under the Searing and Blistering Heat. Water.

Water.

Icy, Pure, Clear Water.

That’s what I wanted. Water.

But I didn’t bring any

Water.

“Nice breeze,” said my grandpa as he sat on a shaded bench, with me

following.

Yes, it was Nice.

It may not feel as satisfying as drinking water, but it was

Certainly a Cool Breeze.

Feeling Relief from the intense warmth

I looked around the park which was filled with

Lush and Vibrant Flowers of different Hues.

Ah, I thought, as I   was   slowly    carried    into    a   near       sleep  state

by      a        Refreshing           and               Invigorating                      Breeze.