The temperature reached 103° Fahrenheit in Brownsville, Texas. Heat waves gradually rose from the ground turning Brownsville into a desert. The day was not bright, but rather yellow, as if the the world was a camera, and its effects had been chnaged from normal to sepia. This has been the coldest temperature in ten years.
Grass has been reduced on our lawns like the hair on a forty year olds mans head and our resacas have drained to where if you were flying above us you'd think they were the veins of our torn down city.
The reduction of water and food has brought us down to our barbaric roots. If a single drop were to come from your drain leaving a stain it's sure to follow that a mob of savages will appear with buckets, begging for a drop.
Those with resources have fled the land going to faraway places that support their needs. Many that remain have either nowhere to go or refuse to leave their motherland that breeds them.
We beg for water to return and have received nothing, but our hopes continue, having faith that surrounding cities, states, or governments will save us. Even if we have to wait until our last drop of water.
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