Book of poems

Weather

I've always noticed,
How people's behaviour,
Is in some way, shape or form,
Related to the weather.
During the miserable, rainy months,
Everyone is down and upset themselves.
When summer comes around,
It's like a world shakes out of their sadness,
And finds happiness,
As they rejoice at the sight of Sun.
The snow is a strange one, however,
Most are initially excited when those first flakes fall,
But given a few days,
They wish it never happened at all,
As the only thing they see,
When they look outside,
Is a blank canvas of white.
It truly reflects the human race;
Initially, we fall in love with something,
But after a while,
We grow sick and tired of it.
Worry not,
However,
For everything is subject to change.
Nothing,
You will ever find,
Is going to remain immaculate for the duration of its lifetime,
As everything was made to be broken,
Including the spells of weather,
That we become irritated with.