Every day somebody predicts our future.
A gentle shower falls outside,
For no apparent reason.
The misty rain in shades of gray-
A product of this season.
Spring to summer and back and forth
A puzzle for the weather man
As clouds roll out and storms roll in
He does all that he can
To predict the forecast for tomorrow,
Knowing he is halfway right,
Yet whether he is right or wrong,
Another day will end in night.
Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2006-06-10 at 23:38
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The Weather Man
A gentle shower falls outside,
For no apparent reason.
The misty rain in shades of gray-
A product of this season.
Spring to summer and back and forth
A puzzle for the weather man
As clouds roll out and storms roll in
He does all that he can
To predict the forecast for tomorrow,
Knowing he is halfway right,
Yet whether he is right or wrong,
Another day will end in night.
Poetry by Morpheus
Read 514 times
Written on 2006-06-10 at 23:38
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