They tell us summer’s heat is ended,
but we know better than that.
In these parts, winter won’t last long
enough to burn off all our fat.
Each day the weatherman apologizes
for the forces he can’t control,
And people get depressed when they see
the weather that soothes my soul.
Flashes of lightning and thunder rolling,
—my favorite times of year;
Cooling rains that soothe the land,
floods that purge my fear.
Still, can’t we learn to love it all?
(Autumn, and cold, spring, and heat?)
Can’t we enjoy the cycle of the gods?
(Birth, and growth, death and sleet?)
None of it will surely destroy us all,
for we are a surviving race;
So stand back and appreciate the weather
by which Nature puts us in our place.