It was so hot I was afraid to breathe,
The air so thick, there was nary a breeze.
The sun fried down, trying hard to bake
Our dusty town into a caramel cake.
No birds in the trees, no kids out at play,
Only sound you could hear were the a/c’s that day.
The weathermen gloating about a record high,
Who cares about that when we’re all about to die?
What is that we see? Off in the distance there?
Could it be a cloud on the horizon? Do we dare?
Hope builds as do the clouds in the sky,
Only to crash as the rains go rushing on by.
It is too hot for any rain to fall here.
It gets dried up before it even gets near.
So we continue to sweat, to moan and complain,
And wish for winter, when we will be missing summer again.
Copyright Peggy Montgomery 7/30/2011
Jul 30, 2011
Jul 30, 2011 at 3:35 PM UTC
It was so hot I was afraid to breathe,
The air so thick, there was nary a breeze.
The sun fried down, trying hard to bake
Our dusty town into a caramel cake.
No birds in the trees, no kids out at play,
Only sound you could hear were the a/c’s that day.
The weathermen gloating about a record high,
Who cares about that when we’re all about to die?
What is that we see? Off in the distance there?
Could it be a cloud on the horizon? Do we dare?
Hope builds as do the clouds in the sky,
Only to crash as the rains go rushing on by.
It is too hot for any rain to fall here.
It gets dried up before it even gets near.
So we continue to sweat, to moan and complain,
And wish for winter, when we will be missing summer again.
Copyright Peggy Montgomery 7/30/2011
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