Morning too bright,

No clouds in sight.

Weather apps say,

“No rain today.”

I’m boiling.

I’m baking.

Soon I’ll be leather.

Is there no pardon,

To this sentence of hellish weather?

 

In fairness, to the weather,

I feel I must remark.

When tortured by the heat,

I let my annoyance spark.

But today from out of Heaven,

A COOLING RUSH blew in,

I’m fine, it’s fine, we’re all fine here

Oh Coolness please stay until I say “when!”

Until Next Time,

Your Friend, Tracy