Your capricious habit
often disconcerts me
and I know not
what to make of you.
You are a bolt
that takes me by surprise
and a lightning
that disappears in a flash,
leaving me in utter disbelief.
You glide along
with the fragrant summer breeze
and visit the peasants
with showers of joy.
And I see you
as the kindest of all.
But, you can be wrathful too.
And in winter, you come
in light fluffy flakes,
and people, young and old,
rejoice in your coming.
Oh, Weather! You know they love you, right?
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