The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.

The storm starts, when the drops start dropping
When the drops stop dropping then the storm starts stopping.

My shoe is off my foot is cold. I have a bird I like to hold.

Are we having weather tantrums? A few minutes ago it was raining cows and hogs, and now it's just pins and needles.

October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.

They call this war a cloud over the land. But they made the weather and then they stand in the rain and say 'Shit, it's raining!