Summertime - The Living Ain’t Easy

Fish ain’t jumping, and I’m usin’ all my “easy”;
fact is, the heat is making me queasy.
Cotton ain’t growing cause we need some rain;
dirt so dry we can’t even plant grain. 

Fifty miles out to the North and the East,
rains come down like a roaring beast.
But where I am it sure is dry…
causing a complete halt to my “spry”.

Some mornings aren’t safe to get about,
when “orange-level” ozone is what they shout.
I gasp for breath in the humidity,
yet no rains come to cool down my city.

Temps are ~HOT~ heat index one-twelve
I close my blinds, into cool room I delve;
I’ve concluded I’ll hibernate this summertime;
wait impatiently for winter’s clime!

© Jackie (Micke) Jinks - Summer 2008