Weather Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Today the sun shines,
then some clouds,
it cannot always be the same.
What I don't like about the weather
is we the people aren't allowed
to have some input - what a shame!

No consultation, consideration,
just titillation, exasperation,
and consternation, then desperation.

As thunder follows lightning strikes
I am not asked, it's just not done,
and all the while these climate spikes
can get you down or may be fun.

And when the Gods want you to pay
they punish you - they even may
condemn you if you're innocent:
The honest soul needs to repent.
And that reminds me, I hear thunder
the weather's better here -Down Under.