Summer

Summer... Rotting summer...

The stench of garbage and hot decay...

The humidity and the rain, makes for an unpleasant day...

Sweat gets in your eyes even in the still night air...

Your shirts sticks to your back, because summer doesn't care...

Above the humming of the AC crickets chirp and frogs croak...

Mosquitoes feast on your flesh and wasps sting and poke...

You regret your complaints about the winter and early spring...

You now would like the cool air back and hear the robins sing...

It's early summer so the worst is yet to come...

Summer... Rotting summer...

Go back where you came from...