They say everybody talks about the weather But nothing’s ever really done about it A juicy topic when folks get together Solve the problem…I really doubt it The weatherman’s calling for showers Sure hope’s it’s a warm, sunny day Course, the rain’s good for the flowers But there’s a softball game to play When it’s hot, I hate getting all sweaty But I still like to go to Wal*Mart Sometimes, it rains while I’m getting ready I should have read the weather chart My aching joints give me a warning When the weather’s going to turn cool I don warm clothes in the morning And by noon, I’m feeling like a fool Going to be humid, says the barometer Guess I’ll have to crank up the AC But according to the porch thermometer Those two weather gadgets don’t agree We’re pleased with a short, mild winter And we love it when the day’s nice and warm Then complain when we watch the weather center And the lady predicts a huge thunderstorm I say to heck with trends and prediction Stop the bellyaching and the boo-hooing The Man Upstairs has the final conviction He’s the only one who knows what He’s doing Kathleen McCoy Eldridge© April 4, 2007 E-mail Website
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