They forecast rain today
not showers but rain heavy
and persistent.
To ruin the walk we had
planned and the picnic
under the greenwood tree.
They forecast wind today
blustery and gale force;
it scatters the Autumn leaves
like falling rain.
As the litter is swept by a
spectral hand I am forced
to admit you will not come,
now you have had your hair done,
for the punishing wind will
ruin your smile.
Today is snow,
white like a fairytale in
April. The car is frozen
and you will be left alone outside
the gallery. Though you
will blame me and I
will blame the weather. This
feathered month of April
promised much, but who can
trust the weather forecast
or let a thunderstorm spoil
the day.
And after years of crazy
weather forecasts, a rainbow
shimmers in the distance and
the sun sets over a hill.
Hand in hand we walk muttering
how life rolled out its best.
Walking slowly,
whispering sadly,
we wonder what the weather will
bring when we reach the other side.
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