Dripping

Another Saturday has come around
Bringing its list of chores;
Most of them it seems today
Must be done out of doors.

At 6:00 a.m. it's 85
And drips humidity.
Oh, how I dread to go outside
'Cause it's so hard on me.

I'll sweat and sweat and sweat some more
'til I am wringing wet
And as I walk I'll leave a trail
From all the dripping sweat.

I grew up on the dusty Plains
As dry as it could be
And even when 'twas scorching hot
A breeze was cooling me.

I think I never will get used
To all the moisture in the air
Which just won't seem to fall to ground
That's dry and parched and bare.

How can we be in such a drought
With high humidity?
That water should be doing good
And not afflicting me!