Weather gathers more  importance as I inch toward “that good night”.  I cherish every day, you’d think a little rain, sleet, or snow wouldn’t matter at all. But it does, it does. Without enough sun I’m reduced to a bundle of blinking neurons lighting up with pain. Enough is the operative word here.

SUN, OH GREAT ATEN, I NEED YOU. If I lived in ancient Egypt that would be my prayer. And in this dark New England Spring that is my prayer. So get out your pencils and write a poem/prayer about the weather.

Here’s one from anyone’s youth:

Rain rain go away

Come again some other day

Little Susie wants to go out to play