We haven’t always been good friends, you and I. You could even say we have a love/hate relationship. The annual break from school was always welcome, but come mid July, I was ready to go back. Fun was to be had, but at a high cost. My skin is too pale to be out in the heat too long, my body to fragile for long walks on a scorching beach, yet the water is welcoming each year as I attempt to cool my over heated body in any puddle or body of water. Your welcome storms fed my soul as I would see the rain fall from the sky with loud booms of thunder. Natural air conditioning at it’s finest!
But… You’ve gone too far this year, summer! I wanted to plant herbs to grow in the morning sun, but by 10 am, they might die because the temperature is too great. It’s been over a month of 100 degrees or more! I venture to the pool only to find the water slightly cooler than my showers. Snow cones completely melt before I take my first bite. Why do you loathe us so, my dear friend? Why should I continue to try and like you if you continue to burn me with your ridiculous heat? I long to stare out the window to see the leafless trees light up the sky, but I can’t. You haven’t brought any storms in a long time.
So, my old, most hated, most loved friend, I must request that you stop this insanity at once. Ninety degrees would be welcome as a high, and a storm or two would be nice. We’ve tried everything, Summer! We’ve tried washing our cars on semi-cloudy days in hopes it would rain. We’ve tried rain dances to no avail. We’ve even stopped watering our yards in hopes that your precipitation would fall and save us our bills! But, it seems this loving relationship has at last come to an end.
Please, Summer, go away. Come back when you have had time to chill and hydrate. We only want the best for our people, but there is only so much we can do. The only time it’s even tolerable to go out is 8 am, and you know how I am about mornings. This is just unacceptable. It will not do. Please note that our relationship as it has been is over.
I am breaking up with you.
But come next year I may give you another chance to show your love to me. Just remember, 100 degrees will not help your case!
Your Ex- Friend Karen