Next friday

I look out my window On these cold winter days

The snow is shining And I bathe in the sun rays

I think; "What a day to be alive."

The wind is freezing But I have no cares

The rain will pour soon But I have no fears

For now,

Let's make snowballs and laughter

The rain might pour tomorrow And that's okay too.

Right now we're smiling And the sky is blue

Who has time for bittersweet sadness?

And when tomorrow eventually shows itself

I can make some tea And focus on myself

The good weather might return next Friday.