Shorts and a tank top is all that I wear,
I close my eyes as the wind whips through my hair,
I take a nice walk to the end of the lane,
I get some ice cream and wait for the rain.
The next day I sit and watch by the window,
As the rain comes down and the winds blow,
In my own house I am trapped,
I decide to give in and just take a nap.
I awake to find the temperature has dropped,
Of my nice, warm spring I am robbed,
I put on my jeans, a long leave shirt or two,
I just really hope I don't get the flu.
