the air-conditioner rumbles contentment
the sealed house shields me from mosquitoes
the filtered air allows me to breathe
outside the world seems to wither
I know how it feels, how it burns, how it saps
sun in Texas ain’t no joy, it’s misery
blues thy name is Sunshine with no clouds
soil with no water, trees with no leaves
some in northern parts say rejoice
your bad weather only lasts the summer
then you have nine months of moderation
but that ain’t so …neither.
we have winter for six weeks and it’s cold
summer usually starts in March..it’s a rare
spring that we don’t need air-conditioning
and it lasts until November — draggin’ on.
sometimes we have a week or two of relief
a thunderstorm with hail promising a tornado
but…from Lubbock to Abilene, Dallas to Houston
we work, we shop, we auto, we sleep in….
air-conditioned air… how did people live here
without it ….. I don’t think they did!
© Gay Cannon *All Rights Reserved* 2012
Posted for Stu McPherson’s Whatever The Weather