You Obnoxious Summer

You Obnoxious Summer

Thou art very hot, season.

Is global warming the reason?

And you, Clouds,

Reason your treason.

You make me believe it will rain and

Take away the heat-oppressed pain.

I can't say what's in it, for you to gain,

But, your rains are fail.

And you Wind.

Blow blazing fire down my breathing vent.

Are you that heartless to do so, whence,

The sun is already making my mince

Then there's you, Sun,

Hot weather's obnoxious gun.

It's all good until you rise.

Once you do, it's my joy's demise.

I hold no grudges against you, usually,

But, in Summer, you make, forcefully.

You beatify the world; honestly.

But, in Summer, stop your folly.