Whatever the weather

Sunshine on my shoulder, raindrops on my nose
doesn’t matter where you live that’s how the weather goes.
One day we bask in sunshine, the next is driving rain;
this weather, I can tell you, could drive a bloke insane!
Luckily, I live in there – insanity I mean,
So the weather cannot drive me to a place I’ve always been.
So I’ll bask in the sunshine through rain and drifting snow!
I know this poem’s silly, but I thought you’d like to know.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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