A whiter shade of pale 🌚

A whiter shade of pale 🌚

There is a whiter shade of pale with that dull, dark moon

Whilst wearisome winds whistles a wailing tune

Is the weather on the turn and will it be changing soon ?

As I ponder within my wanders on this late, lazy Sunday afternoon..
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So as seek I out an answer I gaze up above at that mysterious sky

And I sense a storm a’brewin’ as I study those clouds that are passing by

My feathered friends are flapping all in a frenzy in frustration as they fastly fly

Though the Springtime is upon us, the month of March can still leave snow that will lie..
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Well I surge a sudden spring in my step as I feel a single plop

Pulling my hood up over my head to cover all of my sweaty mop

And alas the heavens has opened with every heavy, hailing, hurting drip drop

Dammit I am now soaked to the skin  and just a saturated,soggy slop...