Not sure where Brian was when he wrote this poem but it certainly seems to fit my weather. I’m really not complaining, I knew what I was getting into when I moved to Florida.

Truthfully, summers here aren’t much different from the ones I grew up with in Tucson. The monsoon season out there (where tropical storms blow up from Mexico) correlates with hurricane season here. Though we share the high humidity at least we don’t get into the triple digits. Thank goodness for air conditioning!

~ Oh the irony. I scheduled this post a few days ago when it was in the mid-90s, incredibly humid, and the sun was on full blast but today we won’t even break 90, it’s cloudy, and relatively mild. Still a cute poem though. 🤷‍♀️😂