Those days of yesterday did we care
About the weather?
Rain wouldn’t bother us; snow we
Didn’t want to know, but the wind
Would get too much, especially,
If we were in a rush.
But what would really bother us would
Be hailstones hitting us on the head,
Felt like we were being pelted with lead.
Yet the summers would be fine, with the
The sun shining most of the time. No wonder
We were happy those days gone by
But would it leave teenagers of today