Prayers for generators Steve!!! Gotta keep those runnin!
Sorry about your heat. Wish I could send you some of our Texas 90 degree coolness. LOL
How's this?
When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold
Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold;
When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West,
Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is best!