Ill Wind

Someone on the TV told me bright sunshine red sky at night the outlook is fine and the app on my phone says blue skies are due but when has the forecast ever been true it seems like the Sahara with no oasis in sight and just another foolish dream to see me through the starry night a voice on the radio said the storm will disperse things won't go south or take a turn for the worse but it's an ill wind won't blow all the grey clouds away no matter what the weatherman may say it was an ill wind blew for you to stray and it's an ill wind won't bring you home today
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September 30, 2025 at 11:06 AM
Hello Martin Samuel, It seems to me that the weatherman does not always get it right. He says it wull rain today, so we wait of the rain, It never comes. or it will be cold outside. andit is not. I feel the weather man needs a window to look outside. Enjoy your day my frikend. /Darlene/
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