Today the weather has towed a middle course
And the sun at brunch
Is reluctant to shine
As the rain is lazy to fall
There's a tug of war in the sky
The farmer is happy in the field
But the laundry man is somewhere
Between the rain and sun
Trees are still and quiet
And waving laikadaisically to the wind
It will rain or it will shine
Like America and Russia
In the cold war.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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