Capricious Weather What a capricious weather — This bewitching winter Makes me dream of sleep I succumb under its will I am lethargic, somnambulous Slowly sleepwalking towards A bipolar type of winter On some days it breathes coldly On other days it rains and rains Then on some nights while I sleep It’s so warm that I think it’s summer I am under its spell, spellbound So Troubled, and so moody So sluggish, and so sleepy But my dreams haven’t died yet I just went to hibernate in my cave While birds continue to chirp Even if the sun shines lesser And then the spirit of winter Often comes out to play And I enthuse at the sight Of its various mysterious shades — Cold, depressive, sunless state It’s winter, I am bipolar And my emotions rise and fall While I constantly daydream That I’ll walk in that new summer Clothed of rain and clouds and breeze — My gifts to the new season A wintery love into summer skies What a capricious weather I guess that it’s a bipolar winter The strangeness of a gloomy season. -eiravel-
In Mauritius the weather has been acting very strange lately. This Winter doesn’t seem like all of the other winters I’ve known. The wind seems so scary; the clear sky can suddenly turn into dark clouds filled of rain, while at night, when sleeping, at any time temperature can suddenly rise. All of these changes are so overwhelming.