Rain is my best friend.

I heard a clap of thunder and it made me smile.

I hoped it would rain for a while.

Because it is too hot for me to bear.

For this heat I do not care.

I listened intently at the clap it made.

But instead of coming nearer, it started to fade.

Then we had a spot of rain.

But that red hot sun came out again.

I love our summers I really do.

But being hot and sticky is making me blue.

I'm sitting here as still as can be,

with the sweat pouring out of me. 

I did the ironing and got really hot.

Oh how I love 23 degrees.....

NOT!

Now I'm going to open the oven door.

I wonder if I could crawl on the floor.

Then that tropical heatwave will miss my face,

and I can dish those chips up with a certain amount of grace.