Can anyone help with analyzing the poem In the middle of August by Edward Hirsch?

Here is the poem

In the Middle of August

Edward Hirsch

The dead heat rises for weeks,

Unwanted, unasked for, but suddenly,

Like the answer to a question,

A real summer shower breaks loose

In the middle of August. So think

Of trumpets and cymbals, a young girl

In a sparkling tinsel suit leading

A parade down Fifth Avenue, all

The high school drummers in the city

Banging away at once. Think of

Bottles shattering against a warehouse,

Or a bowl of apricots spilling

From a tenth-floor window: the bright

Rat-a-tat-tat on the hot pavement,

The squeal of adults scurrying

For cover like happy children.

Down the bar, someone says it's like

The night she fell asleep standing

In the bathroom of a dank tavern

And woke up shivering in an orchard

Of lemon trees at dawn, surprised

By the sudden omnipotence of yellows.

Someone else says it's like spinning

A huge wheel and winning at roulette,

Or drawing four aces and thinking:

"It's true, it's finally happening."

Look, I'm not saying that the pretty

Girl in the fairy tale really does

Let down her golden hair for all

The poor kids in the neighborhood -

Though maybe she does. But still

I am saying that a simple cloud

Bursts over the city in mid-August

And suddenly, in your lifetime,

Everyone believes in his own luck.