I see the moving clouds that try to drift
but certain days they hardly try to leave
and never ever do they really shift
when milky fog and raining try to weave

a pattern in the sky just like a rack.
Now Mister Moon just had a cigarette
and fog and smog are going to attack
while summer days are easy to forget.

To me it’s like a weather founded slight,
thus rather easy feeling sad and loathed.
That’s when I hope my raincoat will keep tight
since obviously I don’t feel very clothed.

The weathergirls have found a fitting plot
to entertain me at my autumnal lot.