El Sol Del Verano

I feel the heat of
the Summer Sun
and lament that the
rain has not returned.
Harsh light and
hot breezes sting
my eyes and burn
my skin.
The sweat rolls down
my spine;
the humid air stops
its leaving
and performing its
function.
Cement and
Asphalt
sear my bare feet.
Only the grass knows.
Only the trees understand.
They provide the cool,
the shade,
the gentle whispers
of comfort,
shielding me from
the Summer Sun.