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