Mother nature, give me a break, it\'s too damn hot.
The sun is a furnace, a weight on the chest,
With no hint of shadow, no promise of rest.
The asphalt is simmering, liquid and gray,
As noon holds the world in a pitiless sway.
The cicadas are screaming a static command,
While heat ripples dance cross the scorched, yellow land.
Not a leaf dares to flutter, not one cloud will form,
To puncture the glare of this blistering storm.
Oh, Mother, I’m wilting, I’m losing the fight,
I’m drained by the glare and deprived of the light.
The air is a blanket, oppressive and thick,
Can you not find a breeze? I am feeling quite sick.
I’m begging for mercy, for heavens to break,
Or a cool, rushing gust for a dehydrated sake.
Please holster your fire, turn the thermostat low,
And give us a break from this tropical glow.