Weather Forecast
The weather man predicted storms;
I grabbed my mac and stepped outside,
But soon the rain had stopped and then
The sun was out all day - I fried.
For Joy’s Weather Forecast contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2012
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