Isn't it strange how weather reflects on our moods,
When it's raining we are like bears with sore heads,
When it's bright and sunny we become spring chickens,
Leaping out of our beds!
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I feel contentment, As I write each line~ it's a poetic truth
I have a thing with umbrellas, I forget to take one with me, and it rains. Or I have one in the boot of my car but forget it's there. My umbrellas are always dry but not me.
Weather affects moods like nothing else. A truth illustrated with poetic finesse.