April Afternoons

The hot, humid April afternoons have begun,

And everyone seeks to stay out of the sun.

The outdoors, once a delight just weeks ago,

Now stretch like a desert in a sweltering glow.

The heat presses in, sticky and still,

How I long for a shower that flows at will.

The fan whirs on with a tireless drone,

Yet respite remains a dream unknown.

Out come the minis, the shorts, the hats,

Sun-kissed shades and summer chats.

Sipping cool lemon and mint with ease,

Cucumbers, greens—small moments that please.

Though the heat may cling with a stubborn gleam,

Within my abode, life flows like a dream.