He doesn't like the rain,
When sky seems dark and troubled.
She loves the grin of water
When droplets tease the puddles.

He doesn't like the cold,
When earth around is freezing.
She loves how little snowflakes
Greet strangers with light kisses.

He doesn't like the fog -
It's like a web of spider.
Reminds her of veil's fabric,
Which makes the day seem bridal.

The rain, the cold, the fog....
Emotions they're exposing
Depend on special stories
That one's mind is composing.