It's always too hot or too cold,
And if the real truth should be told,
While climate is what we expect,
Just weather is all we can get.

Why must it be always extremes,
With seldom the nice inbetweens?
Dollar sized hail, tornadoes wail,
Too wet or too dry without fail.

The creeks and the rivers they run,
So someone up north's getting some.
Here it's so dry, water bill's high,
There's not enough moisture to cry.

I long for the mildness of spring,
Or relief that autumn can bring.
Summer is long, winter prolonged,
Should it be a parka, or thong?