Bright shining sun, in the sky
Makes me wonder, at why
We ever complain, about the weather
because perfect days, don't last forever
We have to have both, good and bad
Otherwise, we wouldn't appreciate being sad
The happy days, outnumber the few
That depress me or those like you
Still the dreary days, cause us to complain
Unlike others in the world, that welcome rain
Our perfect environment, sun, clouds and a breeze
Would not give life, to animals and trees
Rather The earth, would dry and turn to dust
So, accept the rain, its an absolute must!
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