[Verse]
And the wind, and the rain, and the chill persist
They are stubborn, those three
Today, they insist on staking their claim
On the air, and the earth, and on my bones and my temperament
The rain drops more annoyingly incessant, than rhythmic
How pliable I must be
That the overcast and damp day dictates and directs me
My sentiment, my thought, my almost every action
From open to closed eyed
How very pliable I am, actually
And although, spring has arrived by way of man’s calendar, and calculation
God’s watch makes the final call, and nature’s biological clock ticks in its own time
So inevitably, we are all pliable
And since, to my knowledge, man has not yet invented an infallible weather machine
To join the ranks amongst his countless other fallibale devices
Those stubborn three; the rain, the wind and the chill, delight in their persistence
Blowing, and soaking, and chilling through, to my bone, and temperament
Laughing at my predictable uncertainty and uncomfortability, with the day’s dark jest
These stubborn three will carry on, even as the night descends
And the devilish trio conspire to hide the ​​stars, and moon
Maybe I’ll light a candle in small and silent protest
And the unblessed trinity will chuckle in unity at me
Because they have still succeeded, in reminding me that I
That we, are, in fact, the pliable ones
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