Stalked by mother nature

It doesn't happen all the time,
More so, now your not here,
I get this creepy sensation,
That when I wake up,
Mother Nature is watching me,
And deciding what to wear.

I try not to feel blue,
But Mother Nature
Plays a mean hand of poker,
And guesses my bluff every time,
So this past week,
I haven't won a hand,
And that's why the rain,
That's falling in my heart,
Is running down my window.