Weather We talk about the weather To find a common place Or to fill an empty space In conversation But the weather isn’t there for that We celebrate sunny days Unless we need rain We love warmth in winter Unless we want ice or snow Thus we praise or complain Depending on subjective thoughts But weather isn’t listening And though what we do affects it Felling trees or burning fuels It doesn’t answer to us Or for us So we may as well find out how to enjoy each day Whether it be thunder or sun Because the weather is what it is When all is said and done. by Jenny Berube
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