Bad Weather

I'm really sick of hearing everyone talk about how lovely the weather is. THIS IS GLOBAL WARMING, PEOPLE! CLIMATE CHANGE! There is ABSOLUTELY NOTHING that is NICE about this. So, I wrote a poem. Hope you enjoy.

It's March and the sun is shining brilliantly.
There's just a bit of breeze on the air,
But no matter for that. The bright sun
Contradicts the wind's sharp, confining draft.
"I love this weather," I hear you all say.
What, daft? Love it? Why?
In some once cold region of the world, the temperature drops,
An ice floe melts,
A seal drowns.
Nice weather for you, perhaps,
But look at Lady Katrina, whose temperate embrace wiped a city's slate,
Washed it down to its core and destroyed its people.
Ah, yes! What lovely weather!
And when the polar bears are extinct
And the salt seas boil the earth to a murky stew with our bodies as the rare,
Floating bits of meat prepared to be devoured
By America's lustful pocketbook,
Will you still think the weather is nice?