Prankster
Mother Nature’s laughing
‘Cause she’s spoiled many plans;
Her range of ruination
Landing everywhere she scans.
She’s gleefully wreaked havoc
On the roads, the rails, the air,
Provoking inconvenience
Like she’s taking on a dare.
Neither hurricane nor twister,
Just enough of sleet and snow
To stop everyone from getting
To the places they must go.
Now there’ll be a little respite,
Then another storm-filled prank.
When the next one hits on Sunday,
We’ll know whom we have to thank!
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