Not able for this
Skin not right
not able to cope to resist the constant onslaught
burning like a prune, blistering in the sun
Not made for this
Far too hot
Too busy for the heat
can’t function in the warmth
Not prepared for this
not enough water stashed
What is this sun-cream of which you speak?
We never had weather like this before
This is unsuitable
We pray and pray for a meteorological miracle
But can’t cope with the consequences
The eternal jest of getting what you wish for.