I was observing the current weather
On the last Tuesday in February
While nibbling on a confectionary
The beach flag was tugging at its tether
Indicating the wind was stiffening
And then it started sprinkling
I vocalized my displeasure
As the moisture turned heavy
And it's beat on the roof grew steady
Something about the high pressure
Was scrolling across the television
The tempest was howling like a politician
I think the weatherman is just a guesser
I want to spend my time out of doors
While I'm vacationing at the Gulf Shores
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