These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

The Heat Dome Is Dreadful.

The heat dome is dreadful for all things.
It melts the body, losing peace.
It keeps the voice from hope that sings.
It tempts the life to just release.

The heat dome is dreadful to behold.
Protect we do our melting lives.
So much of water stands as sold.
The search for cool all minds it drives.

The heat dome is dreadful, for it stays
over life a daunting lord.
How to survive each face dismays.
The shades around all souls they horde.

The heat dome is dreadful. Will it leave?
In pools of water need we soak.
All clothes of cotton to us cleave.
Th'assault on health is ne'er a joke.

The heat dome is dreadful, but we will be safe.
The strife of days the Lord controls,
though for a time our comfort chafes,
The Lasting Day will see us whole.

The heat dome is dreadful. The summer is here.
Each mile we walk is full of stress.
The job we face is fully clear,
"Drink water, that our health we bless."

The heat dome is dreadful each day and each night.
Each door we crack, it seems a stove.
All tasks outside they seem a plight.
Each door inside endures a drove.

The heat dome is dreadful, until there be rain
to lift the heart, to give us rest.
To offer peace, restore us sane,
encourage us all in latest test.

by Jay O’Toole
on July 29th, 2025