Meteorologist Poems - Poems about Meteorologist

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Reincarnated in my next life, a meteorologist I want to be with scientific paraphernalia at hand and land the weatherman's job on TV. Where I can lie without restraint, never apologise for rain and cloudy skies, or for what it is when it ain't sunny with a bright sunrise which is what I promised the night before. I can be completely wrong more...

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STAN THE METEOROLOGIST Somewhere in the presents of the mist; This young man Stan decided to enlist; In a primal it rains way, shining brightly the sun's rays; Dehumidifying natures nist, what a tryst twist? 11/3/20 Written words by James E. Lee Sr. © 2020 LIMERICK POEM TYPE...

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When I gaze up towards the heavens…when I pay attention to the sky I’m glad I’m not a meteorologist…and here’s the reason why: On our walk this morning we were treated to this wonderful surprise as the infant rays of the morning sun…created streaks across the sky… There was the slightest arching in these streaks…and not to simplify but dappled...

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Let me introduce myself, I'm someone on the local news. I don't sit high upon a shelf, I just give weather reviews. Your friendship I may not gain, I wish I could although. I cannot help it if it rains, certainly can't stop the snow. I hear whispers of a voice, they ask can I do better. Thinking somehow I have a choice, like I control...

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Let me introduce myself, I'm someone on the local news. I don't sit high upon a shelf, I just give weather reviews. Your friendship I may not gain, I wish I could although. I cannot help it if it rains, certainly can't stop the snow. I hear whispers of a voice, they ask can I do better. Thinking somehow I have a choice, like I control...

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