All we talk about is the Weather

What's the topic of conversation?
I don't mind
As long as nobody
Mentions the weather

Like an apple tree
I need a female to flourish
To spread roots
To live happily before dying

Easier said than done
Especially when
You have a lady at home
That drives you up the walls

Physically satisfying
Emotionally always there
But psychologically
She has a one tracked mind
Leading every topic straight back
To the god-awful-weather

Like an apple tree
I need the sun and rain both
To grow upright and strong
It would seem I've attracted
The wrath of the gods