Feeling Heated?

I muse about our constant rain
As Belgians, bless them, all complain;
So don't you think in blazing sun,
They'd be overjoyed, not glum?

But no, their grumpiness shines through
They don't know what to wear, or do
It makes them tired, their pace is slow
They hope a cooling breeze will blow ...

Grass and weeds sport brownish tinge
Sunflowers shoot up straight; they whinge
«More heat is on its way!», we're told
Forgotten, thank God, months of cold...

No cheers, no shouts of heartfelt joy
You'd think these sunny days annoy ...
But roasting August gets my vote
As torrid weather floats my boat!

(c) Poet in the woods 2020