Weather Watcher Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The clouds would listen, they might obey,
If WCCO let me have my way.
No snow to shovel, no icy freeze,
Just endless sunshine, a summer breeze.

No frost to bite, no chilling air,
Just warmth and blossoms everywhere.
The days stretch long, the evenings bright,
A constant, perfect, sunny light.

But dreams are dreams, and rules are true,
I'd watch the weather, that's what I'd do.
No magic wand, no power to command,
Just tell you what's happening across the land.