Weather' is what we knew—
The Road—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—bird— the Bumble bee—
Nay—weather is sunshine-
Weather is what we see—
The rain—the Pacific Sea—
Thunder—the Cricket—
Nay—weather is snow—
weather is what we know—
Yet have no way to say—
So sunshine Our love is
To her blessing.
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