The heat of the day sucks the life off the street,
The return of the night brings the people back to meet
Sounds of playing, kids getting their kicks,
Sounds of damage, and people playing tricks.

Where's the sound of thunder,
Bringing the cool, as the clouds suffer plunder.
The drop of water, so missed and so needed,
The gardeners and farmers all pleeded.

The fans blow, the air tries to move,
But the heat of the day has sucked out their groove.
Where's the dj for the weather,
adding the beat for the wind,
But *sighs* it's here never.

 

--inspired by the heat wave in the UK. 2004/08/07