Their Emotions Change Like The Weather

 

We shake our fists at the sky

When the rain arrives unexpectedly

We happily welcome the sight of the sun

And applaud it excitedly

 

Many will angrily despise

The amount of the snow

But the skier who’s waited for its arrival

Welcomes it in Colorado

 

The loudness of the thunder

Will frighten many a soul, without a doubt

But many in the dry lands

Will hope that the rain that follows, will end the droughts

 

The man who drives the plow

Makes his money, when the snow

Comes down in buckets

And cascades over Ohio

 

A soul driving to work

Is nervously cautious, while the snow comes down

But the children shout with joy

When too much of it, closes the schools in their town

 

Many love the hot weather

And the degree of heat that it brings

Others are afraid to leave their homes, however

Because the heat will wake up the mosquitoes and bees

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