2018 Sonnet 13

Golly what a gully-washer that was!
Mighty rain, mighty rushing wind out there.
Don’t the weather give us all a hat buzz?
All that weather! Weather everywhere!

Mamma, what a scorcher we got going!
Air as still as pudding in the fridge.
Muggy as a sauna. Ain’t you knowing
Here’s the hell we get for sacrilege?

You know that snow in twenty seventeen?
Never thought we’d see anything like that!
Sometimes seems like nothing heaven seen.
God and humans must have had a spat.

One nice day in spring, and one more in fall.
Well, I guess that beats no weather at all.


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