NEW PLYMOUTH WEATHER
Black melted tar hot like a blazing fire
Walking around the streets my frozen coke is as liquefied as the water
Cold water now boiling
Jumping into the car we turn from hot to boiling hot,now we need air con
Melted sunscreen sticks to our faces
Our jandals burn our feet,but they're not as hot as the concrete
Blue skies as blue like the shimmering water
Sweat rolls down my head as i lie on the grass,heat waves appear as i look onto the road
