Here comes no sun

I miss you sun, comeback. Ugh, this weather bites. What is this? Tornado in Sunnyvale? No no more like winds & rain. I need the smell of spring, and flowers blooming. Bad day to wear a dress, I must say. But I hate jeans. Good thing I did not go for my daily walk home. Or maybe the winds could've blown me to the K O O K S and the C U R E, or somewhere I could find a sleepless town where nothing I could hear but Music playing. That's a dream, I could dream. I can't feel my fingers or toes. Bring me back warmth. I need coffee♥ Ciao