Thursday, June 7, 2018

The weather men
And weather women
Want it to get terribly hot
They warn us of the heat index
With a gleam of demonic glee
They want us all to have heat strokes
They want us to leave our children in cars
With the windows up
So they'll have something to say

Oh it's really baaaad over here
They say and wring their hands
With happy anticipation
A hook echo, a super cell
A million cloud to ground lightning strikes
And hail
Lots of fucking hail

But just in time
The clouds relax
The wind stops
And a gentle rain cools the air
And waters the crops again

And all the weather men
And weather women
Are wrong
Again

-jenn

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