31 Mar 2012
It always rains in Seattle,
Too cold to be soakin’ wet;
But I cud walk under my umbrella,
Inside my thin faux fur coat.
It's always sunny in Arizona,
Painfully scorching my bare skin;
Couldn’t even walk under my umbrella,
As if I’m standing by the car engine.
It always rains in Seattle,
The smell of pine trees plays my soul;
Cold breeze kissin’ my skin,
I could walk an endless road.
Winter is perfect in Arizona,
But the spring brings summer faster;
Cooling in the pool is anyway fun.
It always rains in Seattle,
Don’t care, I cud wait forever for autumn to come...
Where the trees around look like a dream.
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The Quiet Mom (http://olahmomma.com)
A day after I wrote this simple poem, Arizona made a revenge. It rained HAIL!
My daughter and I thought it was fun, only we could not go rolling to the ground (too wet and the hails would kind of sting).
And yes, this is her last winter 2012 fashion:
For tomorrow will be on the 80s F and next week on the 90s F - the perfect spring in Arizona, which I call summer in Seattle.
... And I confess, I hate the summer in Arizona. Just too hot for me to handle:)
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