Mid-Summer

The sun's as hot as melted cheese,

It oozes down between the leaves,

then spreads itself across the lawn

and slides along the trunks of trees.

By noon all trace of cool has gone,

the birds have ceased to sing their songs,

and every breathing thing is still,

until the daylight's almost gone.

Then thunderheads begin to build,

all black and blue behind the hill.

the sky takes on an eerie glow

and slowly rain begins to spill

The storm may calm the heat for now,

like asprin soothes a fevered brow,

but searing heat is summer's vow,

yes searing heat is summer's vow.