Walking creatures are burned and scorched from wave after wave of summer's heat. Water droplets alleviate parched tongues and dry throats like desert rain. Languidly languishing on park benches and picnic tables, the populace continues to doze all day to make it through as degrees on the Fahrenheit scale remain steadfast. The bitter irony is, these same creatures must endure summer's opposite when it returns with biting winds and slanting hail.