The heat is excessive here. Here are two stories about it.
One day five of us were working in the orange fields.
Once sweat-fallen the youngest began weeping.  
One of us of good leather told him “Our kind
do not cry through eyes but through skin. We’ve done 
enough of this”. When I think on this I laugh.
The second story is that when I was returning
from Oklahoma I began collecting snow for you
in the red ice box after dumping out the beer.  
The snow has melted on the drive. I offer you 
our finest glass of water. Salud.