She rises up from the land, pushes down from the sky, and, as you turn to flee, she flings her wet blanket over your shoulders, bringing you to earth. There will be no denying her powers. She rules this land, this season, claimed with heat and humidity. Capricious in her ways, if unhappy with your style of shirt, you will be forced to try on three more before it is noon. You learn your place in her domain, her lordly demands, to submit with grace and a smile… for now. And, for your labor and servitude, she may condescend to favor you with fruits, vegetables, and honey.