from 16 to 30C

from 16 to 30C
I knoweth your dreams
I awake in the morn icicles in between
we slowly thaw out as the sun climbs the sky
and hit the cool 30 as clock strikes on high

perfecto ; perfecto I hear them all cry
but we're sick of the blue of the blue in the sky
we look for a cloud but the puff has dropped out
do I stand upside down in my mind there is doubt

Read this a few times and good words used to describe the way felt at the time of writing. Nice one. :)