Hey readers! Sometimes, I feel that the weather can reflect the situation of the times. With everything going on in the world, I begin to believe in this a little bit more than usual. Spring itself is even slightly apprehensive of coming out fully. There are warmer days ahead, and that's where I want to compare it to the current mood: even if you feel there won't be a change in what's happening, never stop believing that better days are ahead. It may seem like silly ideology, but my firm belief is in spurring things with thought. May this week's poem keep you hopeful during this strange time of seasons.

A breeze, one that is to be warmer

Turns cold in the morning

Early hours are a bit harsher

As the wind shows no sign

Of being willing to warm again

Afternoon brings clouds

But of the kind where cold rain

Bursts free and chills

They huddle together as if

To pull off a secret plot

Foiling spring showers

The day seems distant

Spring itself is absent

Maybe she is afraid to show herself

For she is aware of the current times

The evening, though always cool,

Seems like a whisper of winter

It blends well amid the moon

But with no hope of tomorrow's warmth

To miss spring is like the times we live in

Yet, I feel and know that we feel

The warm breeze

See the spring's rain

Know the presence of the season

And have hopeful nights of the morning's

Secure and temperate nature

It is like the season is saying,

'For now, but not forever.'

I hope that spring can forgive

My constant looking for her

I just feel a bit more at ease

With her around

These times are so weird

So strange

So unprecedented

But I am confident that

Spring will comfort us again

For right now, we feel unsure

However, rest assure that spring,

When she arrives fully,

Will keep us even more cheerful

Than before

Not forever shall we be left in the coolness

Spring will prevail in her glory

Once more