Though April's long been known for showers
the weather I like best
is not the best for all the flowers.
I'd give the showers a rest
(though some think this low taste betrays
some loyalty to the West).
I like a bit of wind in days
just this side of the border
between dryness and drought, always
in balance and good order.
I can't have too much sky bright blue;
I'd gladly be its hoarder.
(If nobody had sprayed a mix of glyphosate and other poisons into the air, this week's weather would have been my idea of perfect.)
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