We waited all through the long cold, wet winter and spring for a few sunny days to come our way.
Since the middle of June, the heat and sun have been pretty much relentless. Now, in late August, I’ve learned to be careful what I wish for.
Grass is parched and plants have wilted,
Weather forecasts all sound stilted,
Every living thing has thirst,
How I’d love a good cloudburst.
Hanging baskets wilt and wail,
“Give me water from that pail!”
Sun is great, but heat’s a pain,
Don’t you think it’s time for rain?
I no longer wish for sun
Too much heat is not such fun,
Sunshine scorches all I see,
Moderation is the key.