Skies - Poem by Ken Bennight
When its sunny,
I'm so happy.
When it rains,
it makes me sad.
But when the skies are partly cloudy,
that really drives me mad.
I tend to notice my stupidity,
in times of high humidity.
I would love to give a lecture,
about the barometric pressure.
But in no ways can my words measure,
my reaction to the weather.
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