Climate

Sometimes it drizzles,

Sometimes it pours,

The climate of the sky changes,

My mood swings between ranges.

Sometimes it snows, 

Sometimes it's a blizzard,

The climate of the sky changes,

My mood swings between ranges.

Sometimes it's cloudy,

Sometimes it's foggy,

The climate of the sky changes,

My mood swings between ranges.

A gloomy weather aches my mind;

Makes me thoughtless and blind;

A sunny light brightens my face;

Makes everything fall in place;

My life is a complete circle 

of all the climate;

And I like to enjoy the dark 

and bright like a diamond;

This poem has been written for Poets United - Midweek Motif