Today we have bright sun; tomorrow maybe shade:
whatever — rain or sleet — the weather’s made —
I know not why — in places far from here (or so they say) ;
whatever is the cause, or far or fear, I’m not dismayed.

It used to be our weather came from skies and we’d look up
to see what weather would be coming soon, often enough
we would be wrong and make decisions out of luck;
but now we know the weather comes from highs and lows and stuff.

And now, like gods ,we see the weather from above,
with swift dynamic forecasts scientific as the luv
that is lavished on them by the minions who slave
over forecasts predicting sun that leave us totally in shade.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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