“It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Again and again, the cicada's untiring cry pierced the sultry summer air like a needle at work on thick cotton cloth. — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
“He smelled like a sultry summer storm—cool, refreshing rain, sweltering, hot wind, and charged, electric thunder—all rolled up into one extremely enticing… — Ada Adams Copy Share Image
