I am totally familiar with the feelings about the scorching heat of summer. I’ve lived in Kansas all of my life except for 8 years in Denver. I have lost my fair share of lawns and know the feeling of wondering if it would ever rain again. The sky was more bright white than blue. In times like those the sun seems to drain the life from you rather than infuse it. Darkness is a respite, sort of. And in the morning when you wake at dawn, sheets wet with sweat, it is already 85 degrees. It really made me appreciate the crisp cool days of October when the sky was so blue it hurt your eyes.
The sun is indeed a mixed blessing. How did the Egyptians make Ra a deity?