“Ah, the ever changing weather, how lucky are we?” Gun Roswell

Sleet and Snow

It’s that time of the year again
When you’ll never can for tell
Whether the weather be fine or hell
Looking out the window is the best forecast
But do not always your own eyes trust
Bring all kind of gear with you
Maybe even choose an outfit or two
Just to be on the safe side of things
Because when you go out there, you won’t sing
Any hurrah’s or praises to the weather gods
-Those cloud busting arrogant sods!
Playing the fool with us mere mortals here below
Sending rain, hail, and yes, even more snow
And soon out the window go all ready made plans
Oh well, at least there is not too much sand! (for now!)