Hot Poem by GJC boyle

So hot here even the trees are looking for shade
Come on they scream we do this all year
Without being paid
The tar is lifting of the road
Praying for a water truck to spill its load
Roof tiles crying you think its hot down there
Try being up here
Its so hot it warps the door
They scream we cant take any more
Glass from the window pane
How would you like to be stuck in this frame
In the distance rain clouds appear
Yippy cries come out
Rain will soon be here