I am weather.
I am unpredictable.
You think
you know
what I'm going to do,
but then I turn around
and surprise you.
I
am sunny for a week straight.
Next week, I'll barrage you with snow.
Sorry.
I could be raining, but I could have the sun still shining
high and bright.
I am
unusual
and
annoying.

No one has the patience for me.

They want sun, sun, sun
all the **** time,
but sometimes I have no choice
except to just
rain
and
rain
and
rain.

I wish I could always be sunny,
always keeping you warm,
but if I stay sunny for
far too long,
I'll burn out.

So I have to rain,
and I have to snow.
And sometimes I never know
when the storm will hit.

I am weather.
Can you survive me?