I wrote this entry about the weather and sweating last week, Tuesday, June 30:

The sun had been very stubborn this morning, and stubbornness lasted until three in the afternoon, when the clouds suddenly made a scene and released tons of water. Water that slapped umbrellas, roofs and cars, with all its might. There was no flirtation with the sun. The clouds made the disrespectful passage and left everything on its way drenched and flat, even lifeless.

These past days, sweating hadn't been much of an effort for me. 
Remember, I am a dry person, meaning, it would take so much effort of heavy cardio or rigorous running of 30 minutes before my sweat glands open and pave way for the sweat to come out of my skin. The heat is unbearable, and I have to whistle or drink glasses of water (which I'm not fond of doing) from time to time, just to avoid fainting. Nowadays, I sweat like a pig (if pigs do really sweat). I sweat even if my glands are exhausted. I sweat even if I just sit still, face the blowing wind and drink iced tea from a half-liter glass.