As I start out there is a hard wind
and clouds to the west
I walk down the hill toward town
and the clouds sweep in
and snow swirls around me
coming down hard now
till the sleeves and front of my jacket are white
passing cars have wipers working fast, but
No one worries
this is mid-February
and all will be gone in an hour
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Good poem, but the weather forecast was a little off. At 4:01 it’s a little blizzardly.
Yeah. Jenny and I just got back from delivering food to her mom and dad. It’s awful out there. I hope they cancel church.