This Weather:
It drains the energy from my lithe bones and
Knocks sense from the cushioning of my brain.
The Aircon whirs in far-off places of Happiness and Serenity
But in my room the Fan the Inadequate friend
Hums to a tuneless and mostly Futile tune.
Maybe He (the Fan) is laughing at me,
Chortling joylessly as He circulates hot air (at me).
The Weather seems like an Unrelenting Bully
Who won't leave even though He is not wanted.
I desire:
Rain and Cool change and Respite.
Also, not to feel Ridiculous and Sweaty when drinking Tea
Or Coffee. My Coffee is Foul when it goes cold
although more relevant to the Temperate Scenario.
I Yearn for Jumper Days and Jeans Days and
to wear my Cat Socks (that I am Saving for a Cold Day)
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