Oh the
blistering rays of the summer sun
Beating
against my head and eyes;
Whilst
my brain fries and my energy is sapped
The
sun shines bright with menacing glee.
The
scorching heat is too much for me,
It
weighs me down like a burden on my back.
Yet
the African Sun has no mercy;
It
torments those who are utterly defenceless.
Summer
is like a tyrant reigning
For as
long and harsh as possible.
Summer
is like a cruel master,
Casting
loads too heavy to bear.
Summer
gives no grace to those who wish
For
inspiration and consolation,
But
instead clutches them in his hot fingers,
Not
letting go until clouds and rain and Autumn save the
day.
Who
loves thee, Oh African Summer?
Perhaps
those who have much electrical wind inside
And
deep, cool waters outside;
Perhaps
those who eccentrically find heat a blessing.
But
for us who feel it as a curse
Have
to bear up under the weight
Of the
scorching summer fire
Until
the leaves wilt and turn brown and the wind begins to
blow.
P.S. My apologies to those who love summer; we
are all different, so I hope you don’t mind me expressing my own opinion on
summer, even if you don’t agree ;).
