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 times than not
and still be paid every day,
as whatever it is I said is soon forgot.
And I can (fox)trot out predictions
such as, 'Snow snow thick thick snow
or, there'll be weather wherever you go
and the winds may or, then again, may not blow.'
Tsusamis, tornadoes and typhoons worry me not one bit,
I laugh in the face of hurricanes
as I'm not the one who will be hit.
I don't hide from deluge, downpour, torrent, flood
which could precipitate a landslide,
they're one and the same to me
as I'll be nowhere near when I'm here safe and dry inside.
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
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 with a hint of color they looked like rainbows in the sky.
And I thought what a beautiful sight for anyone up early
and lucky enough to see…
but if I were a meteorologist…
I might view it differently.
For I would know this time of day is aptly called twilight
(when the dawn acquires the morning from ebbing of the night)
And I would know the way her light scatters…is the scientific reason why
even though the sun is still set…I can see her rays across the sky.
And I would know as I see these rays adding hints of color to a canvas painted blue
it is diffusion of the light that gives them their pinkish hue…
But…since I am not a meteorologist…
since I don’t have a meteorologist’s eye…
I am perfectly happy seeing morning rainbows
stretching across the sky.
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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 the weather.
If I could I'd make it shine,
this would be first on my list.
But dear friends of mine,
I can't give you this wish.
I cannot make the weather,
so understand this.
Let's just all stick together,
I'm only your meteorologist.
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 the weather.
If I could I'd make it shine,
this would be first on my list.
But dear friends of mine,
I can't give you this wish.
I cannot make the weather,
so understand this,
Let's just all stick together,
I'm only your meteorologist.