Summer Day

Sat on the couch 

On a hot summer day,

He probably inhaled

Gallons of water.

Amidst the heat

And no sign of a gentle breeze,

He glanced at the skies

For some rains.

Distant desert dunes 

Threatening a havoc,

Him surrounded by oasis,

He leaned against the palm.

Wishing for the cool ice

Just winter would provide,

He hoped for a soothing sherbet

For his parched throat.

Doing nothing but wiping sweat,

All day, even in the night,

He wanted the summer

To soon give in way to monsoons.

Leaned against the couch,

On an even hotter summer day,

He felt dizzy with the heat spell,

Only wanting to be fully drenched 

In the cool oasis water.