Complaint

I want the sun to minimize its fury Its tropical vengeance scorches my wings Rash is the last thing my face wants I want the rain to time its outbursts well My date was ruined last time I felt young I can't jump over puddles to reach you I want the winter to let its claws rust My fingers are bitten red and blue They call it chilblains I call it cruelty I want seasons to modify their disposition Their extremity spoils the temper of my city Who wants a battle with weather When you have other enemies?