Be a Weatherman

Don’t sit in gloom the livelong day,

     And wait for sun to shine;

Don’t emphasize the dullen gray

     With dullness and repine.

When you awake at early morn

     When lowering skies you scan,

Resolve that you won’t feel forlorn,

     But be a weather man.

Resolve that you will make the skies

     About you blue and clear;

That you will cause a paradise

     To instantly appear.

No matter what the weather be

     Outside, it is your plan

To make the sunshine full and free

     Inside, you weather man.

For, after all, the weather’s what

     The heart decides, you see;

We make it cold, we make it hot,

     Or stormy, you and me.

It is for us, each coming day,

     To thwart Dame Nature’s plan;

To keep our hearts attuned and gay,

     And be a weather man.

May 6, ‘10