Wind and rain, hail and sleet,
Puddles of water under your feet;
Bigger puddles on the road,
As drains are suffering overload.
Hair all wild and blown about,
That it looks a mess, you aren't in doubt;
Cheeks all reddened from the gale
And icy cold, which without fail
Wrecks so much damage on your skin;
You try your best, but can never win
Against the cold and other things
Which every winter always brings.
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