Sun sonnet

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more scorching and more full of sweat
Harsh desert winds blow most people away,
And winter's lease hath all too short a date:
Always too hot the eye of heaven glowers,
Despite the smog his fire burns like hell;
And everyone is desperate for cold showers,
But all the water's boiling hot as well;
And this eternal hellfire never fades,
The boys in blue are all roasting alive;
And e'en at night it's fifty centigrade,
Although officially it's forty-five:
If only we could breathe without A/C
We might endure this total purgatory