Let the weather do whatever; the day is perfect when I'm with you.
Today the weather is as the new bud in spring light, what was once tightly packed within becomes as joyful as the waved flag.
Whether the weather brings hot or cold winds, I keep my core warm, I keep my pilot light strong and steady.
Whatever the barometer says, the trees remain in their positions, rooted in earth with a stoic and composed beauty.
The weather flicks through TV channels, so changeable in spring, yet the pathway leads ever onward through them all.
The weather comes as artist to bring a new scene of hues both subtle and bright, as if this simple road is born of infinite variation.
Whatever the weather this springtide, the flowers grow in verdant strength and brightest petalled hue.
Whatever the weather outside, my eternal weather system is always set to sunny and warm.
Living in this changing canvass of weather and foliage, of birdsong and playful wind, even the subtle shifts in light patterns bring interest for the eye. On the days of rain hedgerow is a new palette of greens, from softly new to strong and deep. Each leaf has a glossy shine as pretty as any magazine photograph. Yet in the sunshine every colour comes into focus, a picture perfect blue above to compliment the world it greets.
The weather has been so warm in recent days, the air so velvety on the skin. It is a spa from the time the light filters over the hills until it too takes its rest. Clouds drift by on the most relaxed of breezes, helping our eyes to appreciate the bluebird sky all the more. The rain, when it comes, alights as softly as the shoes of a ballet dancer, adorning and rejuvenating the only stage that matters.