However, I am tired of your relentless, pounding sunshine that heats my cold water up to 100+ degrees straight out of the tap. I don't like your burning rays that scorch my child's feet on the blistering pool deck. The rattle of incessant air-conditioning forever echoes through my apartment. My ceiling fan has been on for at least a month straight. Brandon's birthday chocolates were melted in the box. The days of cool mornings and pleasant afternoons are a distant memory.
Cairo, it's only mid-June. I have three more months of your endless heat. I don't know if we can stay friends much longer. I just want you to know.