Snow I welcome,
Rain I bear.
But this stupid weather
Neither here nor there.
My soul it falls
Down through my shoes.
Fully fledged bad weather blues.
Ninety percent chance they say,
Of grot tomorrow,
Oh, and today!
Freezing fog and winds of ice.
Grey and manky,
Oh how nice.
But light I see, not far away,
Soon to reach shortest day.
After that the days grow long
And pretty soon the summer song.
Of birds and bees and growing things.
And all the joy the sunshine brings.
So I ignore the squelch of sodden shoes.
I valiant fight bad weather blues.
I soldier on despite the pain.
Knowing soon I'll welcome ...
... summer rain.
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