RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Broadcasting Weather - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Darkened clouds parting their eyes and looking down on
earth to see if we humans are paying attention.
Wanting to get seen and appreciated, making winds blow
even harder, creating dust devils and whirlwinds of
Watching from above, thinking about whatever they can
do to be noticed and written into our weather reports
and being broadcast on our weather channel.
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