When rough it's roaring,
When calm it's like a pretty baby, When cold it's whistling,
When hot it's boiling,
When sunny it's evaporating, When windy it's moving crazily, When night it's mysterious, When daytime it's pretty, When Fall it's weird,
When Spring it's nice, When Winter it's crazy, When Summer it's sweet, When unhappy it's sad, When unsatisfied it's hitting badly, When inside it, it owns you, and When outside, it's great.
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