The Weather
I look outside and I see
the cloudy sky.
What I see ordaninarily
and I don't know why.
I look out and I wonder,
Why can't there be a hurricane?
Why can't there be thunder?
or even rain,
or a cool breeze.
Why isn't it spring
I feel at such unease.
I look out and wish for the sun,
or anything the weather will bring,
but I see no new weather, none.
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