Weather

I wish the sun beaming through my window but all I can see is clouds. My optimism tells me : Rejoice, for at least the streets are free of snow and summer isn't far!

Ok, I admit it sounds a li'l poetic now. But hey, one doesn't express feelings like this in a day-to-day conversation anyway) For future, удачи! 

Weather

I want the sun outside my window, but there are clouds now. My optimism tells me: be joyful, because you haven't got snow on the street. There is a summer soon!