Heavy Weather
I try really hard, really hard
Not to moralise weather.
It is what it is, what it was,
What it will be forever.
The sun isn’t good, isn’t bad,
It is nothing aware –
And the rain is the rain, just the rain,
And the rain doesn’t care.
The sun will soon shine soon enough,
To relieve spare soggy sorrow –
So don’t think me bad if I think
That it might rain tomorrow.
Rhyming Couplets 