|Musician in the Rain, Robert Doisneau|
Our ritual forecast:
clouds in northern parts
discussed a dozen charming ways.
I tell you nonchalantly
how windows rattle,
twister of the decade roars in my chair.
You do not realize Fahrenheit;
move knee-deep in symphony,
arrange the tempest of my own making,
envelop me in temperate.
No matter how hard we try
we cannot ignore stray raindrops.
I look at you with frankness;
ask whether or not it is now.
R.A.D. Stainforth delivers the forecast beautifully...