The Little Things


Weather is unexpected and random.
It cannot be predicted nor controlled.
Stay on the sunny side… Stormy means glum.
Weather is ancient and weather is old.

Remain pos’tive. There’s sunshine behind rain.
Know; Weather is only temporary.
Cherish it no matter, never complain.
Weather will change, hope weather will carry.

Why do we all fuss, whenever it rains?
The weather will just bring more life, more grass.
It brings us close together, we have gains.
Though for some of us, together means casts.

So know this; life can be alike weather.
It cannot be predicted no controlled.

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