I hate this weather. 

This is the type of weather 

That comes when 

Someone leaves you. 

Outside, 

It’s cold,

It’s dark,

It’s gloomy. 

It seems like 

There won’t be 

Another day that 

You’ll see the sun 

Ever again in your life. 

Outside, 

The leaves are starting

To fall off the trees

And onto the soft concrete. 

It gets dark outside before 7 now. 

And it’s so dark out, it seems

Like the stars had seemed 

To fail to light up 

The night sky. 

But in reality, 

Outside,

It’s warm,

It’s bright, 

It’s beautiful. 

The sun is always out,

Always shining. 

Outside,

The leaves are in full bloom

And none of them 

Are leaving the branches

Any time soon. 

The sun is still up when it’s 7. 

At night, 

The warm air fits just right 

With the beautifully lit sky,

Full of stars that light up 

The night sky. 

This is the type of weather that

We all strive for.