wanting snow

there was a time
when you called
a number
and they gave you
the weather.
a voice
would tell you
the barometer
pressure, the wind
speed and the odds
of snow or rain.
there was another
number for
the time and a
disembodied
voice would repeat
and repeat the
same line,
at the tone the time
will be.
but that was a very
long time ago
when you wanted it
to snow and
when there was
one phone. black
and heavy
with a long cord,
hanging on
the yellow kitchen
wall.