The gray skies are crying once again, Summer is here and gone again.
Lament for lost sunshine, this morning seems so long ago.
This is June, when may we expect a harvest moon?
At least it keeps the green grass green.
Who pays to cut it without sheep?
The weather won’t make me lose sleep.
Should I move to Spain?
Moving is pain.
Life is not a lovers’ lane.
3rd June, 2017