how's the weather

it's raining here,
I tell her, how's the weather
there?
she sends me a picture of the drink
in her hand,
her tanned legs,
the crowd
on the beach.
just horrible here too
she says, while biting into
a shrimp the size
of a chicken leg.
just awful.
she laughs, she sips her pina
coloda, moving
the umbrella to the side
so as not to poke
an eye out.
she sends another picture
of the serene
blue sea,
the low lying white
strands of unmoving clouds.
the sea goes on
forever and ever.
it's raining here, I tell
her.
grey and cold.
the trees are bare and gripping
with arthritic
claws at the bleak
sky.
I need to go set the trash
out by the curb.