Anapestic Tetrameter

In the cold, in the heat, in the storm, in the rain
I can't think of a rhyme man this is such a pain
This should not be that hard but it's proving quite hard
What is there to write of when i'm not a bard
The white page that i write on is not lending clues
As to what i can write of i'm getting the blues
Luckily I only have one line left to go
So goodbye and farewell and adieu, adios