Weather girl

She knew no season
She sparked no lust
Her ways were merged with those in trust
And they led their lives on the edge of reason

She seems so innocent
The darling cherubin
Yet we could never truly tell
If we understood what she felt

Is there something beneath the veneer
Of the loving symbol some fear
A callous rage, a hidden trait
Something we missed out on, dear?

You could fit in my hands child.
Sometimes your blind jeer
We could crush into the earth
If we liked you less

But we don't hurt people
So near. Neither should you let it happen
When you get things wrong
And your alibis are less than strong

Listen to us honey
For you we are here
Don't be a rolling stone
Though Bob would be proud of you

We believe you are the head
Of the trinity of lead
We can't ask for much
I must disgress

The debacle you speak of
Haunts us in bed
Don't be all patronizing
Sometimes you got to be the man

People can have opinions
Of their own. Let them.
The rest should be hit
Hard till they get concussions

This is no chick flick
We are living for real
These are people you know
And will continue to revere

You knew what was right
And still you let her go
Boxing Day's soon arrived
I am afraid the show will leave the shore

And it won't be because of the stupid weather.