The good weather never stays

Bursts of sun forshadow a milky gray
like Fireworks before a snowstorm,
A rare few stop to watch the sparks dissappear to ash.

Anxious umbrellas sheathed
and hoods dry,
waiting and waiting
for the sky to cry.

Because the good weather never stays.
Or at least is never expected it to.
Maybe thats why it travels light
and stays just moments.