Endless days of summer sun
we imagine, when we’re young.
But living isn’t always fun
and by some sleet, we must be stung.
Wind will blow and rain will fall.
The random thunderstorm will call.
There will be sticky steamy heat,
and droughts, with not enough to eat.
Tornados may blow through some day
or floods may wash it all away
and yet the sun will come again,
these things happen, now and then.
We must endure all of that strife,
this is the climate. We call it life.