I thought it was over, I thought I was free
The cool Autumn nights, the stars I would see.
September arrived and to my dismay,
Summers fury is back, to bake me like clay.
How long will it last, this unwelcome heat,
The sun beating down, frying eggs on the street.
Although I complain, I know it won’t last,
As quick as it came, more quickly to pass.
I don’t ask for much, just to be cool,
Why is it here? Just to be cruel?