Weather Report

Weather report not too good you see..

The sky's opened its flood gates, hasn't stopped as yet raining
It's all grey out there, grey, grey as misery 
The trees are weeping, their branches sweeping the grounds
Heavily with rain...My Acer's look magnificent as they sway in the wind
It's storming out there, the colours turning from red to bronze to gold
Colours of the Autumn..Gladdens one's eyes as one look mesmerised
At the beauty before one's eyes.. drinking the colour of nature.
When one's heart is full, in everything it extols Autumn upon us
To deliver through one's eyes, the beauty surrounding you.
Meanwhile my sky's is weeping on us... gladden my plants with a
Much needed rain to gladden their roots they're eyes
Stopping they're sighs as they gasp, their heads touching down
For the lack of the wet stuff..But I like not the greyness of a rainy day
It leaves me low, my spirits dragging me down vicious spiral you know
And I can do not about it..the feelings one feels within,
When it's grey out there..must pull my socks up
And maybe play Tchaikovsky, Beethoven or even Vivaldi
My spirits need lifting that's what I'll do,
I'll stand there, baton in hand like Papa use to do.
Conducting Tchaikovsky Beethoven Vivaldi,
Until am crying or laughing with joy
With happiness.
Weather report may improve for better..Indeed will see.
Have a good rainy day, my friends..I'll be playing music really loud
to keep my blues away.

                                     By Connie James.