They got your number, scared and running

They tell us to keep our cool, but try convincing the rivulets of sweat streaming down my skin. The sun has returned with a veritable vengeance this year, and today it has put me through the wringer... or at least, it has made me WISH to be put through a wringer so I can stop swimming in my own clothes. But if not for the oppressive heat, the cool breeze would not feel so pleasant. If not for the bitter absence, the homecoming would not be so sweet. So for what are you waiting? I have hung the "welcome home!" signs, and there is whisky aplenty, but the guests are growing restless. They tell me my lord is never going to arrive, but I'm still waiting for the second coming.