The Wrath of Summer

It’s summertime in Georgia,
It’s ninety-eight degrees;
Humidity’s a thousand
With nothing like a breeze

The heat oppresses every one
From rich to simple folk;
We are not getting suntans for
The risk we’ll get heat stroke

I’d like the autumn to come soon,
If I could, I would rush it:
The asphalt down here is so hot
The sun won’t even touch it

So come to Georgia if you want
To feel the wrath of Summer;
Most likely, when you go back home
It won’t be such
A bummer


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  1. Oddly, we used to get summers like that here. Those smothering super heated summers when it felt like there was no air to breathe, just soup. But this summer — so far — and last summer too — have been pretty much okay. I don’t even have the A/C on at the moment. I could live without the arctic winters … but I admit I don’t mind the cooler, drying summers. Been, by the way, to North Carolina in August … and Arizona in July. Oh, and lived in Israel for 9 years. Past a certain point? There’s no such thing as “dry heat.” It’s just HOT.

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