Heatwave

I hear that it’s raining in Washington State, In London there's snow coming down as I look out across a wide dusty plain, where everything’s pastel or brown. I heard reports of below freezing point at Regina in Saskatchewan, I look at a lake bed all shiny through salt with water and waterbirds gone. Nothing is moving except for some dust where there’s no grass, not even a blade. It’s hotter than hell amongst the bluebush, when it’s forty degrees in the shade I’m dreaming of waterfalls cascading down. Swimming pools filled up with ice, I’m wiping off sweat that beads on my brow and think to myself… where is paradise? Its forty degrees in the shade through the day, and at night I am restless, beneath a sheet, for it barely cools down, and so hard to sleep. Yes it’s so hard to cope with the heat. So if you are flooded or battling with snow, and the cold winds are making you glum, start thinking of summer and how good it feels, and you pray that soon it will come. I say good luck to you for its winter I yearn, once the frost and fog has begun, when it’s forty degrees, where there is shade… and forty-five out in the sun.