It’s just a tiny complaint, but one that one ought not to make:
The sun never shines and the rain it does fall
My sense of well being don’t feel ten foot tall.
I looked at the weather forecast this morning and it informed me, rather smugly if you ask me, that the temperatures would drop as much as the precipitation. Rain or snow the winter won’t go.
My wife told me to stop complaining. I didn’t know that I was. I thought that I was just observing. And my observations were set on fact. Fact it was not.
“Stop feeling so miserable,” she said. “You’re always complaining about the weather.”
I went to work. It rained. I came home and it continued to rain.
It is raining still.