Tones of Annie Lennox fill my head whenever it rains
Light exchanged for grey, summer days are packed away
Life of green being fed to plants and trees
Ironically, before the falling god-like temperatures take their fullest grip
Culling with frost and ice
Consciously unwilling to venture beyond the sanctuary of bricks and mortar
Expectations of the day bending to our wishes, blown away with the wind
When experience confirms we are the pawns, us weather obsessives.
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