There was no end or beginning to it all, everything was a mess. A mess I tell you!
The garden beds looked worse for ware, the orchard was fruitless, the vegetables...done!
Don't even get me started on the grass and surrounding bushland, dry as a bone, not a drop of water.
This heat...there's no doubt about it, I'll lose everything.
You can't stop a raging inferno when the land becomes like dust.
A fire will rage.