Weathermen, what exactly do they do?
Why won’t their predictions ever come true?
Rain poured down, buckets from the sky
Left my umbrella at home because I trusted that guy
My advice to all of you
Just say you’re guessing and that’s all you can do
That’s the only way out that I can see
I’m not a weatherman, so you CAN trust me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem