Not going to speak of the weather
not whether it's hot
not whether it's not
I'll let the weather speak for itself.

The radio's belting out a tune
I'll be
melting into an ice cream soon
but
not going to speak of the weather.

Of course
for the British
this limits the conversation,
no talk of sunstroke
or of precipitation,

I'm going fishin'
she says,
'again?
take an umbrella
it might just rain'