Fans
are
sold
to
make
us cold
doors are
open wide
choking on the
atmosphere, heavy
and muggy inside. Let
clouds prevail give us some
rain to clear the murky hot terrain
Quench and moisten wet my hair fill
my nostrils with dampened air.  Soak
my skin and let it in,  thunder welcomed
noise begin, we pray for sunny sultry days
but when it comes,   we never crave,  the
English moan and groan in sane it's hot,
it's cold, our weather vane, commence
the  storm  to  ease  the  pain  for
goodness sake, please
let  it  rain!