poet Marilyn Lott

Marilyn Lott

I Love The Montana Weather

There is one thing about Montana
That always fascinates me
It is that from one minute to another
You don’t know what the weather will be

It can be so hot that it seems
You are barely able to breathe
Scorching hot everywhere
Without a single breeze

And then you hadn’t noticed
But a few clouds had drifted in
You look up at the big sky
Not realizing what will begin

But begin it surely does
The wind suddenly blows hard
A few sprinkles are felt at first
On your roof and in your yard

Thunder rolls like bowling balls
Across your heavenly world
A storm like you’ve never seen
Has suddenly been hurled

Yep, it’s always a mystery
As clouds will slowly gather
How things change so quickly
I love the Montana weather!

Poem Submitted: Friday, October 26, 2007
Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 20, 2011

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  • Manonton Dalan (1/16/2016 2:33:00 AM)

    hehhehe like Hawaii
    it would be raining next
    door or rain and sunny

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  • Ernestine NorthoverErnestine Northover (10/26/2007 1:45:00 PM)

    I think this happens everywhere Marilyn. We have a forecast and then it does totally the opposite. Clouds you think are just hovering, suddenly burst forth and download water all over the place. Forever changing, never still, so unpredictable.
    Well explained.
    Love and hugs Ernestine XXX

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