Here in the great northeast we have experienced a few days of what we call “summah weathah.” It wasn’t so long ago that we kept the warm and heavy down comforter on the bed, our systems still attuned to a rainy, chilly spring.
That said, these past few days of mid-90s and the accompanying humidity have driven most of us to install our air conditioning units in the windows and to leave the overhead fans on 24/7.
Personally, I’m not a fan (ha, ha; pun intended) of hot, sticky weather, but I find that the more I complain about it, the worse it seems. So if it’s just too hot to be out, I stay in and write, do some cleaning, read, or something else that doesn’t require a whole lot of effort.
Plus complaining about something over which I have no control is just a waste of time and breath. So, to lighten things up, I checked in on one of my favorite poets, Ogden Nash, to see what he had to say about hot weather:
“When the thunder stalks the sky,
When tickle-footed walks the fly,
When shirt is wet and throat is dry,
Look, my darling, that’s July.
Though the grassy lawn be leather,
And prickly temper tug the teather,
Shall we postpone our love for weather?
If we must melt, let’s melt together!”
Here’s hoping that none of us melt, together or separately!