Heat

My apartment, this morning, had heat
Which, because it was cold, was a treat.
Though I really must say,
For the middle of May,
It’s a threshold we rarely do meet.

Now the weatherman strangely predicts 
That by Tuesday, we’ll be in a fix
Since the weather will - Jeez!
Reach to 90 degrees,
Which means Winter gets no more last licks.

If that happens, I’ll need the A.C.,
For the heat and I do not agree.
Mother Nature, I find,
Cannot make up her mind
So we suffer, to varied degree.

weatherrhyme

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