There's No Bad Weather

A mild sunny shine seems precious, Snow biting rare be Nature's kiss, Furious, rains can't be vicious, And spring is nature's gracious bliss. There is notso like bad weather, It just seems that man wants it warm When winter's chill sets out to form, Man's always a ruffled feather. What else is season's charm but change? Yet, change alas causes man pain, But if rainbows should entertain What's little rain? Sure man's so strange. Missing Nature's mirth-filled rich bus, May be a child is he of fuss. ___________________________________________ Sonnets | 02.08.16 |