DEALING WITH POOR WEATHER

Sometimes the weather
gets under my skin
and wraps itself
around  my soul
and dreariness
consumes me.
Then  I become a candidate
for self pity.
I could join the whiners
for there’s reason for complaint.
I’ve been tempted now and then.
But though my voice is not the best
you’ll find me “Singing In The Rain’

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