Meteorological

If you had really believed in meteorologists 

and machinations of their forsworn agency 

you’d be a case study as a tragic swearing 

to see omens in such bright, sunshiny sky 

It’s the way today, cooler than what’s been 

but why do lurking notions of rain arise? In 

any wish list of hoped for events we’d sure 

as hell welcome the idea of some showers 

That’s a given - but as a 24 hour prophesy 

you’d have to ask who’s kidding whom, for 

gosh sakes, and give us a break, lunacy’s 

too ludicrous a habit to take so lightly 

We need some rain - granted, and wishing 

it into being may well explain the seeing of 

signs propitiously balanced out in the ether, 

either that or we’ve a nut-case forecaster 

I’d say it’s not happening; all signs reigning 

suggest wiser shade-adept compromise at 

best likened to putting up feet upon these 

meteorologist’s immutable fantasies 

© 9 October 2013, I. D. Carswell