It’s too hot, all of a sudden.
Blasts from a furnace hit my face. I look up, scowling at the overheated sun. Why the wrath, I ask it? As if in response, a wave of steaming rays hits me. I run for cover in the cool of the shade.
This is just the start of summer. Is the mercury going to rise still further, as if giving vent to its irritation with humankind?