The golden sun raysstreaming through the curtains.Scorching heat,forty degrees at nine in the morning,water in the taps piping hot,vapor from the garden grassas the gardener waters garden,dried burned leaves,and twigs upon the branches,not a bird in sight,for the birdbath is dried,the sands shine like gold dust,while oasis is like an empty nest. No people walking on roads,the heat from the tarcan burn the toes.Cars are driven slowlyfor the tyre burstdue to heat on the road.That's summer for us here in Dubai.