The Weatherman,
with his partly-clouded
judgment,
describes charismatic cracks
in the clouds
mixed with personable
downpours of rain
but sunny
he says
mainly sunny
predominantly sunny
with a chance
of sunshine;
a chance the sun
will ski from the
sky and sit
on your shoulder
for the day
(but just in case)
grab an umbrella
a good one
a golf umbrella
(if you have it)
with a cool pattern
no bent spokes,
and the strength
to not overturn
in the wind
oh, and
if you happen to be a
non-conformist,
a say-the-opposite-of-what-the-weatherman-says
kind of lad,
our charming predictor
in the green screen setting
will take no offense!
no tears
no salt
no freezing rain on his face;
which on the radar, we
might imagine would
appear as a hurricane
of dark reds and yellows
spinning around his eyes,
an acidic strip tease of
his flesh