Whether the weather is cloudy or nice,
Or frigid with treacherous ice,
It certainly comes as no surprise,
It cannot be changed by man's device.

Whether the weather is dry or wet.
There's no  uise to cry or fret.
Thunder will boom and winds beset.
But when over, there's no longer a threat,

Whether the weather blows rain or snow,
You'll be most happy to know,
It'll cause everything to grow,
And there'll be plenty of grass to mow.

Whether the weather is fair or foul,
There's no need for anyone to scowl,
Or let out an ominous howl,
But take it in stride without a yowl.