Drizzle and Mizzle

Rain and mist, mist and rain.

Please don't come back again.

Tomorrow, when I travel to work, I hope the weather stays dry,

and that big yellow thing is up in the sky.

I hope too, that my mood soars,

 and my sadness doesn't start a war.

I always wake up happy, but the weather lets me down.

Instead of a smile on my face, there is an enormous frown.

So, come on you clouds, get yourself gone,

so I can get up in the morning without being forlorn.