The Heatwave Poem

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The sun beats down upon the land,
A scorching heat wave grips our hand.
No relief from the stifling heat,
No clouds in sight for a cool retreat.
The air is thick, it's hard to breathe,
No shade in sight, no cool reprieve.
The trees stand still, with drooping leaves,
The grass is parched and brown, it grieves.
The birds seek shade, the dogs pant hard,
The people seek the cool, a backyard.
The heat wave is a constant guard,
A challenge to each fool, it's hard.
We pray for clouds, for rain to come,
To break the fevered spell, overcome.
We wait and wait, until it's done,
And finally, all is well, it's fun.
The heat wave passes, and we sigh,
Relieved that it is done, oh my!
We hope and pray, that it won't lie,
Again beneath the sun, oh why?