Virginia’s sky can’t make up its mind—
Sunny at breakfast, then thunder by nine.
One minute shorts, next you’re in a parka,
Mother Nature’s just trolling—ha, gotcha!
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ROSHI (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
A lovely description of weather's secret making a joke at which we cry or laugh. Well penned
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