Here's a poem that perfectly describes the weather here, as well as in Chicago:
Dog Days in Chicago
It's so darn hot we start to whine.
We growl and show our teeth.
Those fire hydrants beckon us.
They offer some relief.
They're called dog days because they are.
We want to just play dead.
This weather makes it hard to work.
We'd rather sleep instead.
These steamy days are for the dogs.
They make us pant and drool.
Our tails are down and will not wag
until it's finally cool.
by Greg Asimakoupoulos
(Greg, otherwise known as AwesomeRev, is a minister in Illinois and also a columnist for the Partial Observer)