I woke up with the sun shining on my face.

I'd finally became part of the human race.

So, the washing went up on the line,

and everything looked fine.

Then, you know what I'm going to say next.

The rain came down and I became vexed.

But I'm going to leave it out there,

 and pretend I don't care...

That the rain is coming down big time,

and the walls I want to climb.

Don't get me wrong, I love the rain.

Even though it is a pain.

I like hearing the patter of droplets on the pavement outside.

And the children splashing in the puddles on the curbside.

I like the way it drenches me when I go shopping,

and that, there's no sign of it stopping.

I love the way it makes my hair feel,

when it's wringing wet and sticking to my face. 

It's the real deal.

But today, my relatives are coming down and I want the day to be dry.

I don't want things to go awry.

I want to be able to sit out in the sun,

and to drink loads of wine and have fun.

Wait! I think I see something in the sky.

My mistake, it was a plane flying by.

And now there's a big angry cloud over my head.

Weather wise, it looks like a bleak day ahead.

But truth be told, although I grumble.

I don't really mind if there is a rumble.

Because I like the seasons in this country.

even though the rain can make the air sultry.