The Weather

I offer this testimony.

Month after month, the weather turns
Horrid
Right as we prepare to host.

Ninety degrees when it turns a perfect 70
The next day.

Snow, rain, mud.

Month after month, Phil asks
If we should cancel
Or do something, anything!
But month after month
There is nothing to be done.

Until I pointed out this pattern.

This month, the forecast was rain in the morning.
We rolled our eyes and laughed.

Rain there was, indeed, at midnight.
Sun there was by sunrise, and gusts of wind.
By party start, I asked for no more gusts,
And no gusts came.

Sunny, chilly, dry, beautiful.

Thanks be to God.