“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.