“Next week will become colder,” warned the forecaster.

“No it won’t,” I overheard, “it will be warmer.”

“Which is it?” I wanted to know.

“We’ll know when we get there!”

“Oh great,” I mutter,

“I am tired of this ever changing weather.”

“It is going to snow again,” forecasted the weatherman.

“Oh no it won’t,” I then heard, “it will just rain.”

“Well, which is it?” I try to not complain.

“We’ll know more by next weekend.”

“That is just terrific,” I told myself

“Whatever the weather is, no one can really tell.”

So, I dress for cooler weather and become too warm.

I then dress for warmer weather and catch a good cold.

I seem to hear the wrong forecast and am never rightly foretold.

Now, I lay in my bed coughing, sneezing, and carrying on.

Wondering when spring will finally stay and winter will move along.

“It will be sunny and dry,” I hear one day

And then, “rain! And perhaps some thunder along the way.”

So I take a long drive while it is still cool and dry

Only to meet up with thunder, rain, and lightning flashes before my eyes.

“There will be a little rain, no big deal.”

Then the sky turned black and it pelted and it hailed.

I store the car in the garage as fast as I can

Only for the clouds to clear and no more hail or rain.

What such frantic and surprising days I sometimes live

Listening to the foreshadows of the weather

Which our meteorologists are duty bound to give.