they call for sun, but
it rains.
they call for rain,
and it snows.
the radar, the weather
plane,
the satellite
orbiting the earth,
there is everything but
a window
at the weather center.
if you're here,
the meteorologist says,
pointing with a stick
to a spot on the map,
wear a jacket
and put some rocks
in your pocket, it's
gonna be windy.
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