Meteorology
The thunder rumbles,
The rain pours,
The snow covers the ground,
As I predict what is to happen next.
I watch the radar maps,
Pixelated colors on a screen,
Where is the storm headed next,
I am saving lives.
If people know where the storm is going,
they know when to hide,
they know to prepare for disastor,
I am predicting the weather.
The weather is cruel,
The weather seems unpredictable,
But the weather is interesting,
And I will predict its path.
Weather is my life,
I am a meteorologist in training.
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