This Weather!

It rained last night.
Was I to tell
today would not be
cold as well?

Wrapped in wool
from head to toe,
I stepped out.
I had far to go.

All mufflered up,
and stockinged down.
Oh I was set
to hit the town!

Until came out
the silly sun,
and stripped off layers
one by one.

(I couldn't, 'course,
go very far!
These social norms
impose a bar.)

And so I struggled
all day long
'cos Mr. Sun had
got it wrong!

How hard is it,
tell me, pray,
to make your mind
up for the day?

So tomorrow, then,
Will you be good?
And stay in if
Stay in you should?

Don't get me wrong,
I love you out -
if you just stay put,
not run about!

That said then,
let's meet tomorrow?
With no more partings,
no sweet sorrow?