The sky had been, well, mixed. <br />Some blue with cirrus, tufts of white <br />a balmy breeze would drift, most days <br />throughout the pages of the meeting place. <br /> <br />A few, though harmless bolts of lightning, <br />followed by thunder and a bit of hail, <br />did not disturb the atmosphere unduly, no. <br />Nor were the flakes of powdered snow <br />stirred up by lilywhite and fragrant Haines <br />in any way a sign of climate changes. <br /> <br />But then, it must have been ordained, <br />a brew of heavy clouds descended, <br />and rained and hailed on the parade, <br />it was bizarre and so disturbing, really <br />that many of the folks got off their duffs, <br />and grabbed their pitchforks right away <br />to chase the devil's excrements away. <br /> <br />The real question that remains is this: <br />Why does our God not simply take <br />the great initiative to kill the bastard <br />once and for all, it would be logical. <br /> <br />Unless he likes the stormy weather, <br />to bother all humanity, forevermore.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weather-by-god/
