Now, the weather

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(Not technically) A sonnet about last night's unsettled conditions

Submitted: March 12, 2008

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Now, the weather

A ridge of freak high pressure
Moved in from the west
(Or perhaps it came in from the East,
Whichever rhymes the best).
Uncomplaining, you gave me shelter
As the harsh wind rattled the panes
And you put up with clichéd imagery
And cloudy skies and rains.
We diagnosed the condition,
Huddled there in the warm,
And reflected the Scots once thought regicide
Could stir up a hell of a storm.
Still sunrise saw me smile at my own stupidity
And with gratitude for the antidote for pathetic fallacy.


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