Mr Weatherman, please make up your mind ...

The weatherman is a moody creature. Yep, I'm calling it a creature, no mercy whatsoever!!! There are some days where he makes it rain, making our lovely skies gloomy and blue. There are some days he brings the sun to light and makes it shine brightly in the sky, which brightens my day. There are some days he brings the wind, which blows us away and makes us say BRRRR and hide underneath the blanket.

Ah, Mr Weather, please make up your mind. Sometimes, I'm afraid I might wear the wrong attire. Either my attire would be too thin or too thick or too long or too short and etc etc etc. Why does this country have to have four seasons in a year? Why can't it be Spring all year long, where the weather's just nice and cool; bright, happy, peaceful and comfortable. 

Mr Weather, please work your magic. I'm running out of thick jackets to wear that I'm borrowing my husband's jumpers all the time, which makes it look like I'm a plump potato ... since his jumpers are too big for me. Ah ... Mr Weatherman, could you kindly give us a good weather for the rest of the year? Everyone's falling sick due to the drastic change of weather. 

I guess I could start filling my wardrobe with thicker jackets or coats or jumpers ...