Number 37, The Stupid Weather

Number 37

The Stupid Weather

It’s raining, it’s pouring,

It’s starting to get boring,

I’m going to bed a sleepy head

I hope it’s dry in the morning.

It’s global, it’s warming

Or so they have been warning,

But flaming June had better come soon

Before the nights start drawing.

It’s mid-summer day, but no way

Temperatures are soaring.

It’s ten degrees so if you please

I think the ice age is dawning.

The climate's changing, temperatures ranging

From one extreme to the other

One day it is hot, the next it is not

And everyone has to take cover.

I long for the day when we can make hay,

And the halcyon days of our summer,

But all that we get is ever more yet

A chill that's making us number.  

What happened to winter, spring, summer and fall,

Seasons we trust, and reasons that must

No longer apply, although we still try

To make some sense of it all?

© Stephen Saunders

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