The weather, I always see, watch it closely. Not a day goes by without a report or view of the thermometer. Sometimes I suffer from the weather, if it brings me a headache or I have to drive with bike through the rain. But all in all I can arrange it all so well. Mainly because I can not change it anyway and no one held responsible. The dearest despondent because sooner. Now she is above all: a winter-weary. Can the crisp cold ready to gain any more than the warm rain. Is the dry heated air and the wet way sorry. Wishes she were an animal, which keeps hibernating. And would like to bring howl spring. To comfort her latest show buds in the flower boxes on the balcony. And the green fuzz of the fields promises spring. Now only the clowns exercise of their office and drive out the winter.
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