Take Cover
Tropical storms are here, and the hurricane season has just begun Mother nature is talking, and is sure to be heard before she's done
In the coastal south, it's very stormy and mighty wet In Sacramento, it's steamy sweaty and not even July yet
It's roasty toasty and fiery hot throughout the west Perhaps this summer the old records will be put to rest
Neither my tomatoes nor my peaches have turned red I know they are fighting hard to keep from going dead
The streets are quiet and the pavement is frying The insects are hidden, and perhaps they are crying
I'm grateful my air conditioner is complaining none Our best friend these days is the faithful SETTING sun
06212017PSContest, Summer Soltice, Brain Strand
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