Letras
And the wind and the rain and the chill persist
They are stubborn, those three
Today they insist on staking their claim
On the air and the earth
And on my bones and my temperament
The raindrops more annoyingly incessant than rhythmic
How pliable I must be
That the overcast and damp day dictates and directs me
My sentiment, my thought, my almost every action
From open to closed eye
How very pliable I am, actually
And although spring has arrived
By way of man's calendar and calculation
God's watch makes the final call
And nature's biological clock ticks in its own time
So inevitably, we are all pliable
And since, to my knowledge
Man has not yet invented an infallible weather machine
To join the ranks amongst his countless other fallible devices
Those stubborn three
The wind and the rain and the chill
Delight in their persistence
Blowing and soaking and chilling through to my bone and temperament
Laughing at my predictable uncertainty
And uncomfortability with the day's dark dress
These stubborn three will carry on even as the night descends
And the devilish trio conspire to hide the stars and moon
Maybe I'll light a candle in small and silent protest
And the unblessed trinity will chuckle in unison at me
Because they have still succeeded in reminding me
That I, that we, are in fact the pliable ones