Predicted Weather,

          Again Wrong…

The weatherman did it again,

   Predicted snow, he did,

       But we got rain.

Not such a big thing,

As rain is easier to deal,

But am tired of living where it’s better to be a seal,

Rain coming down heavy now,

Flooding the campground as usual,

Making it seem more of lake,

Better to live on a boat in NJ, of late.

Does it sound as if I am complaining?

I know it does,

For what else have I got to do?

Because to step outside for more than a moment,

I won’t be in need of a shower this day,

Too bad it does nothing to clean my clothes, in some way,

I yearn, I must say,

For that of a few warming suns rays,

To dry up the ground,

And make it easier to get around…

                                       (ed)