The days and weeks of miserable drizzle,
Have come to steal the sunlight´s sizzle.
We´re left with mist and clouds that rob the warmth!
Anticipating with shivers,
as the next cold front forms.
Oh no! What have the spirit´s of the sky done?
They´ve gone indeed and misplaced the sun.
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