Mark R Slaughter - Irritating lyrics

The sky is always changing – Can't it settle down? Shades of blue, then reddy hue, Puffs of grey and white; And then it's bloody night! At least I see a smattering Of twinkly little things, A silver globe occasionally Which admittedly it brings A sort of pleasant feeling, Warming to the soul, But overall it's so annoying – Irritatingly droll!