Stratford heat

Walking downtown with my grey sandals melting

as If I was walking on lava

The burning sun making me pour sweat down my tan brown body

I feel my sumbro burning on my head as If I had no hat on

All I can smell is burning tar polluting the atmosphere

I feel the sun burning through my brown tanned skin

I see everyone having an ice cream which is dripping all down there tops

I hear kids screaming in pain as if they were on top a erupting  mountain

It felt as if mount taranaki erupted

The beaches were packed as if there was a carnival in rio