Umbrella Blues

When it’s breezing in the trees ‘cuz the wind’s begun to blow, Or the leaves have been relieved having fallen down below, Or that treasonous first freeze makes the temps drop to new lows… When the birds are headed south and the geese are on the wing, When you’re looking for the daffodils but haven’t seen a thing, When you’re thinking Christ’s return is more likely than the spring… When the world is painted yellow and the pollen makes you sneeze, When barometers are falling and you’re aching in the knees, When everything is dry and hot and you’re praying for a breeze… When you’re planning your vacation with regards for hurricanes, Or you fret about umbrellas on legs where you deplane, Or you check Fujita scales when a twister hits the plains… You realize opportunities for interrupts are rife, From how you plan your day to where you take your wife. A thing o’er which you’ve no control that causes some much strife: So, stop fretting weather whethers to avoid an anxious life.