The weather is grim,
It is cloudy and dim,
I am going to stay in.
We are cursed today,
God is having his way
Of an outside decay.
I will keep busy inside,
Where I'll abide to hide
Keeping from outside.
I like it when it is shining,
The hot sun I am so pining
But today it is not abiding.
Nature is so having its way,
Sustaining life in its apt play
Of being ripe this very day.
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