Changing Weather

Changing weather There was spring, flowers and green grass, leaves on trees , the lot, and I thought of immortality. God has thrown everything at me and I had been prodded by doctors who all had eccentric opinions about my illness and I had survived. I looked heavenward inhaled without coughing and saw darkening clouds coming from the north an incoming wind had the icy breaths of Siberia and the rain came like cold showers given to boys at the home who could not keep their penises just innocently hanging there. I came home, was sent to bed, not for my sexual prowess but to stop me getting a cold; I thought of Stalin mother liked him he looked so cool, not that she would have said that it is me picking up words from Facebook and I know how to give five fingers not one, I used to give passing motorists; we live in an age of overdoing things. Tomorrow the sun will shine again I can go for a walk and pretend it shines just for me, the winter had tried a com back and failed