No sun this morning
Light rains half the day
Muggy-humid, with no warning
Weatherman didn't say
Why I count on the forecast I don't know
The predictions are usually off, and so
If I awaken with a smile on my face
It's probably raining all over the place
November fall chill
woodsy Ohio sunset
short days, long dark nights
Good morning! Hear ye these forecasts so sure:
Today, we greet a cloudy disclosure
expressing to us “no-sun” exposure…
let’s bask under heavenly rays’ pleasure
thanking God for rainy weather’s pressure
to welcome great blessing-showers' treasure
abundant for sharing beyond love's measure.
Tomorrow, we can get out from barracks
unmindful of distress-scorching attacks
midst sunny mood toward camp with back packs
full of delicious and nutritious snacks
to be relaxed from storm-hit service tracks
oblivious of thunder’s deterring knacks…
By the way, be warned of alarm clocks’ cracks.
Next week, we continue our journey flight
since climate is so well before our sight
let’s keep on doing what is good and right
exalting the Lord, braced by faith’s delight
worshipping Him midst fair weather* day light
then praying before a sound sleep at night…
This is your funny forecaster, leaving you love’s might.
*Job 37:22 Fair weather cometh out of the north: with God is terrible majesty.
March 20, 2022
(Light verse Poem in Rhyme Form)
Edited on October 6, 2023
Unhindered by birds or stars, hawks fly over the sky.
In his fanciful glades, pursuing a fog growing heavier.
A cloud, he realizes, will fall in an unfathomable spot.
Thunder rumbles afar away, and my heart skips a beat.
The mists are moving toward the stirring leaves.
The mountains are also home to young and ibex.
Nothing isolates us from the everlasting cloud.
Where the water fills parched rural areas and hearts.
Written: July 20, 2021
weightless astronauts...
they've brain and body problems...
no sense of balance...
there's information...
but input contradictions...
so...computers...
native peoples brains...
same as ours...but for knowledge...
we have weather men...
they do not need them...
bodies react to weather...
and the surroundings...
that information...
the input into our brains...
is generalized...
changes cause headaches...
and other body symptoms...
just weather response...
we go to doctors...
doctors blame stress and tension...
but brains are plastic...
so get out and walk...
exercise your gray matter...
get off all those pills...
stan sand
Tomorrow shall be a new day
Even if your mood is all grey today
The sun shall shine in the hay
And make you feel like summer's in the way!
Raining it is like cats and dogs
Pouring frogs down over the logs
Rivers race and run to be the first
To get to the sea to quench their thirst
Muddy boots, drenched raincoats
Today you shall be the King of Oats
No need to worry, after a night's sleep
The new dawn shall be shining deep!
Rainbows, birds, butterflies even fairies
All laughing and playing with the lillies
Such is the forecast for a new day
After you let go of today, oh so grey!
Hearts hammering at the sight of clouds
No more runny noses and black shrouds
Bees having fun in ballrooms or at ballets
Say Hey brave new day to all the valets!
The weatherman is predicting rainbows
As this early autumn storm passes by
A few more weeks to enjoy the warmth
Before southward the geese start to fly...
I savor his words this fall evening
As I watch the pink clouds in the sky
The world could use a bit of soft color
Knowing soon the last faded rose will die....
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