“It’s just rain, right?” Gun Roswell

Weather, thou art a heartless bitch

Oh you deceitful heartless wench

Pouring your cold rain for us to drench

Tiny drops kept smiling

All the while you were cunning

The plot most foul and cruel

Changing us from fun to gloom

Summer how ever long it stayed

Has finally shown it’s ugly face 

Weather as cold as can be

Puddles of water

For our flip flops slaughter

As far as the eyes can see

Gone are the days of wonder

What is beyond there

Maybe some sun shine?

Oh that would be just fine!

But oh dear weather

Thou certainly art a heartless bitch!