It is hot
dry air,
like in a pot,
with wet hair.
You feel the sweat,
and try to forget.
July did just begin,
temperature records to win.
Cooling with a nice beer
Cold water an elixier,
Fresh air at night,
no end in sight.
Cold shower,
save power.
Ice cream
a bless,
dream
less
heat
eat

An ice cone shaped poem for all of you who do not like this summer heat, just like me. Ice cream is a blessing non the less.