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February

The calendar’s schizophrenic, in such constant indecisions. Ten times a day the weatherman, gives me his forecast revisions. Snowflakes fall with claps of thunder, rain will be mixed with frozen sleet. Mornings it will be frigid cold, afternoon brings us burning heat.

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Gordon Mcconnell

Date: 2/16/2024 5:21:00 AM

Fine penning Jerry, really liked its humour and expression. Hope weather is better with you today, it's dry and bright over here in Scotland. Blessings,Gordon

Gershon Wolf

Date: 2/15/2024 6:26:00 PM

That's right. Weatherman's right half the time -- for yesterday's weather.

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 2/15/2024 7:03:00 AM

- Never trust the weatherman, Jerry ... a fun poem :) - hugs

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 2/14/2024 8:54:00 AM

the weather is fickle, especially this time of year...today we're 70 degrees then back down to the 30s. I wouldn't want to be a weather forecaster. Well said

Terry Flood

Date: 2/14/2024 7:58:00 AM

The most accurate weather forecast I recall was when the presenter said, ‘Now, let’s take a look at the weather,” and drew some curtains and looked through the window. Cant remember what show that was. Enjoyed your February write, Jerry.

Lin Lane

Date: 2/14/2024 6:24:00 AM

I no longer have faith in weather forecasters from hour to hour. Let it rain. Let it snow. I'll just go with the flow. Good one, Jerry. Happy Valentine's Day!