Forecast For Life

So here I sit tapping away Wondering what words to say The worldwide news is on the telly But it all seems rather smelly The weather forecast is now on I hope it sings a better song But there is nothing I can say or do As the weather forecast is not new Rain and thunder will descend Until high pressure comes again Oh how life is much the same I don’t know but we seem to name Every storm that comes our way Never mind it doesn’t matter The weather forecast will get better So what’s the next name of my temper Shall I call it Barbarossa For you and me we just need to see That life is up and down Like the weather changes everyday We just need to find our way Through life’s bellwether DAMO