V-ile weather has turned
I-nto a beautiful Friday;
N-o more mist and haze,
A-fter the rain fades away.
D-ark shadows disappear,
E-arly third of February;
C-oal clouds have turned
I-nto bright morning glory.
E-very light brings warmth,
R-ising sun fills the gap;
D-aytime sleep makes you fresh,
O-nce you take a nap.
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