Dear Summer in New England,
For you we wait all year
To gaze upon your sunny face
And forget our winter fears;
We welcome you
With bare open arms
Too pale from the lack of
Your warmth and charms;
But like the fickle souls we are
Soon we’ll be complaining,
“It’s wicked hot and humid
With your heat, our strength is waning;
Can’t you please
Turn down the thermostat
Be a bit more temperate
For longer than that?”
Then you call your friend
And Thunder answers with a shout
Gladly giving us all
A real reason to pout;
With a bang
Comes the rain
In that moment
We moan and complain;
“Where’s our sun
To scare the clouds away
To warm the breeze
And brighten our days?”
“I’m always here,” you answer,
“Sometimes I’m just behind the clouds,
But when I choose to reappear
A rainbow will be found.”
Jessica M. Collette 
Nice one. It’s the same over here, too. Though it only has to get to the high 60s before some complain about not being used to the ‘heat.’ Anything in the 70s, is what is classed in Glasgow as ‘taps aff’ weather …. when guys walk around bare chested, their ‘tops off,’ to aid the cooling process.
I’m getting ahead of myself here, but here’s a piece I wrote for my own blog comparing AUTUMN in New England and West of Scotland.
https://goo.gl/2GnT7P
😀
Hi Colin, good to hear from you! Yes, I think there are complainers everywhere 😉 I live your post comparing autumn in Scotland and NE, so many great and funny points made! How is your writing going? You were working on a book?