Dedicated to all the weather gurus of the media who keep us abreast of nature and her power plays.
--Susan
The weather man says rain
A mere chance of five percent
Yet what is outside my window
Is liquid and cloud sent
Its been this way all morning
Gray clouds cloak the sun
It's a quiet kind of tender rain
Spun gently as it comes
As thin as a mist in fog
As gentle as a kiss
All in liquid nourishment
Its very hard to miss
Five percent the fluids
Developed then spread out
The percentages go further
When rain is thinned about
Into a mist of dampness
Wrapping like a sponge
Weather is a mystery
And often comes undone
For gurus of the medias
Are left with just a guess
When nature has the final word
And all are quietly blessed.
Rain be fickle, like they say of women, in one place it could rain in another the sun shines like it had never rained ever...so is Nature's whims, so whimsical is where its at...oh and Ted, that cool front is about 300 miles north of you, the weather in NJ is getting to be quite cool...I will turn on my fan and aim it south...I enjoyed this one, Susan...Peace, Ed & Rufuz
"you don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows" B.Dylan We have been told for days that a cool front was going to lower our humidity, I can only tell you that I can pour a glass of air!
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
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PEACE~
you said it write--as i say, there's a 100 per cent chance it will do something LOL
LOVE IT--all the meteorologists need to see this one--
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
Reindeer
Nature has the final say huh??
Love Tinka