The weather is supposed to be beautiful this week, but I'm posting this poem anyway, as I often look for it at this time of year.
No sun - no moon!
No morn - no noon -
No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day.
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member -
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds! -
-Thomas Hood, 1844