The Weatherman
I think tomorrow will be a better day,
I heard the weatherman say.
But when I woke up there was rain,
I guess he was wrong again.
He looks over that map on the wall,
with lines and symbols that cover it all.
I wonder it it's really true,
that he looks out the window like me and you.
JSergi
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