The sky is clear. No clouds appear, and yet
We call for heat and burning sun aloft.
As though a winter harsh and cold is debt
That gives us rights to summer breezes soft.
What makes us sure that summer must be hot?
That we can swim or play upon the sand?
What is our part that cannot be forgot?
For weather comes no longer from God’s hand.
All that he makes and all that he destroys
Means weather and the seasons are man’s toys.
Learn then to live with summer cool and wet
We wrought this. Learn to smile and to accept.
Shakespeare step aside!