...weather is oppressive, with no end in sight,
or..if you like it, well then, it's just right;
I liken it to living in some southern dump,
where things are moldy, and food served in a clump.
But we have no choice, the weather isn't ours,
we can hope and pray, and maybe take some showers,
but the weather will prevail, in whimsey I suppose,
the only way to put it, is to call a rose a rose.
Damp, dark and dreary, or brilliant sun all day,
brood and sulk, an scream, or use it and make hay;
go fishing or stay home..or visit a beach somewhere,
lot's of people compain, me for one, and some don't care.
So - - let's take what we're given, and do so with thanks,
it our luck ever changes, well, it could be run by banks!
Enjoy - - Have you clicked to give today?
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