The day started off wonderful !
Funny... they didn't forecast torrential rain today ~
Not greatest day for biking !
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When the weatherman warned
of 50% rain in the offing he neglected to state
and neither advised nor informed
what the other half would advocate
perhaps hail sleet smog snow
or fleecy fluffy clouds
floating overhead instead
and if so I wonder where they go
wind-blown oh so far away
I guess we'll never ever know
meanwhile we'll have to wait
to see what his non-prediction
weather-wise will precipitate
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.
The weatherman said it might snow,
A rarity now, you should know,
So I put on my boots
And set off on my routes,
For I had a few places to go.
Well, some flakes did fall down from the sky,
So the forecast was not quite a lie,
But it never did stick
And it ended real quick
Since the winter rules cease to apply.
In a week it’s officially spring
And who knows what the weather will bring,
Though there’s always a chance
That to water the plants
There’ll be snowflakes, which Nature can swing.
Good morning ladies and gentlemen,
I'm just looking out my door.
It has been raining through the night,
Looks like we'll get some more.
But don't worry all you gardeners,
The sun will be out soon.
Just as quick as this snow melts,
Your flowers will start to bloom.
The wind will blow away the leaves,
So you can cut your grass.
I am your local weatherman,
A right pain in the ass.
11/march/2022
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Thomas was a doubter
Not a pouter
Day was bright
Sunny no clouds in sight
God’s gift warm and temperatures just right
But there was Danny the weatherman
Predicting things behind a five and dime stand
“There is something big headed our way
Filled with high winds I must say
Lightning and thunder
Will be the wonder”
Thomas didn’t believe the word
And headed out to see the swirl
“Before you leave
I would like you to believe
In what I see
A problem is brewing
Preparation is what you should be doing”
Thomas shrugged his shoulders
Feeling these warnings are colder
Decided to put them in his thoughtful folder
“Could you please spare a nickel and dime?
Payment to hear the information from my mind,”
Danny asked
After performing the forecasting task
Being a man Thomas decided to confront
To see what the forces of nature want
Ocean waves were making surf rougher
A message to Thomas ‘you better get tougher’
Skies started out blue
Grey entered the picture too
Night arrived time to hit the sack
Peacefully waited for the meteorological attack
Tune in tomorrow
And the results to this rainy day horror
The forecast for today;
It looks like it's a hot one,
Without a cloud in the sky,
Just a burning, blistering sun.
But this heatwave, in the morning,
It should blow away by five,
When the wind brings in a small drizzle,
And the temp begins to dive.
This drizzle will become a downpour,
So pack a jacket for the storm,
And as the night wanders over,
Ice and cold ‘ll replace the warm.
Today should be a hot and calm,
To a wet, frozen, windy buffet
And the same forecast is for tomorrow,
Our four seasons in one day.
Football claimed my left knee.
Softball took my right.
As painful as both can be,
They signal...
What might be out of sight.
If one begins to tighten,
And the other remains the norm,
There is nothing there to frighten,
As it will probably be...
Just a passing storm.
When both start to ache,
But only when trying to move,
Keep eyes peeled for a drop or flake,
Look ahead...
Conditions might improve.
If each are feeling pain,
Especially when sitting down,
All outside plans will be in vein,
Be careful...
Don't travel out of town.
08/16/17
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
The weatherman predicted
That today would reach a high
Of eighty-five degrees; I never
Thought that he would lie.
I didn’t take a jacket and
My sockless feet are bare.
I’m shivering and I would bet
He doesn’t even care.
He’s sitting in a studio
But if he stepped outside,
He’d realize that his error
Simply cannot be denied.
It serves me right, I guess, because
I acted like a fool.
Preparedness, I learned in scouting,
Is the golden rule.
Tomorrow I’ll be sure to have
A jacket, just in case
The forecast once again turns out
Amazingly off base!
I move through dark clouds in
search of the sun...the
everlasting LIGHT that is the
SUN...I hope that I can stand
the rain...better yet the
frightening STORM...the roaring
of the thunder...as fearful as it
may be...I remind myself to be
still...to be PATIENT...the light
is at the other end of this
"unpleasant weather"...I know
this much is true...dark and
cloudy with a chance of
HOPE...I stand firmly never to
be withered...by the
WEATHER...
CiD * Cooperation Is
Detainment*
Alphabet Soup
Chemicals, oh chemicals,
you've come to fix my brain,
sanity, oh sanity,
you make me go insane.
As simple as the sun that comes,
to brighten up your day,
as complicated as the moon,
that takes it all away.
The sun it shines and everytime,
it burns my effin eyes,
the moon it lies, I try and try,
but never effin learn.
Chemicals, oh chemicals,
you've come to ease the pain,
sanity, oh sanity,
you've left me in the rain.
The sun is to alive,
as the moon it is to die,
my hope is a cloud thats on the ground,
I try, and try and try.
WEATHERMAN
before declaring a major
he studied bomb making
with a beautiful girl
who wore tight bell-bottom jeans
and assured him she knew
what she was doing. SDS or
Weatherman Underground
he never knew, but some time
near the end of the decade
she disappeared after informing
him he’d never get the knack
of handling explosives
with the respect
they deserved.
he went back to his structured
classes, studied meteorology
and became a local celebrity
by predicting exactly
which way the wind
would blow.
he liked to imagine
she’d be proud
of his skills in forecasting
unpredictable phenomenon.
when he thinks
about those college years,
the long-haired girl bent
over dynamite
in too tight jeans
instructing him
in the proper use of fuses
(in too tight jeans),
he never once got it right.
Copyrighted
June 28, 2011
Jim Brewer
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