They flit in with the moist winds that swirl in the summer heat. Whining past ears, radar scanning or their feeding ground. Curdling pests make me itch in welts I'll gladly mark with an X for the guilty satisfaction of satiating the involuntary whine teasing me to scratch. The sweetened rain steps lightly across the grass caressing the grass mingled weeds. They grow like a steroid enhancement, thickly dressing the lawn in furry stems and harsh edges. I am reminded of a reunion as if an invitation were sent and each weed was drawn here, leafy arms reaching out hello to the lost family, calling over the stunted grass and clamoring between blades for a….