I run out of my car
run into house empty
and cold; wind slapping
my windows to submission
so as rain pouring hard
what's going on, I just
came from snow flurries
weather changes so fast
amazing we can't keep up
I am wondering what; next
summer tomorrow or flood
I need my hot chocolate
and very warm long rest
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