Summer With A Side Of Fatigue

July,
Can you tell me a story?
Preferably the one
About my birth,
And how you snatched me
From September.

July,
Can you please come early?
June has so far been
Quite mean to me,
And she refuses to leave.
Get rid of her.

I've been thinking, July,
I've been thinking a lot.
Maybe a little too much.
And I've also been wandering;
I've been wandering a lot.
Maybe a little too far.

Can you rain this time, July?

Usually you would shine,
Bright and bold and hot,
And scorch me.
But just this time, July,
Will you rain
So I can disappear?

Thank you.