Weather
If I could control the weather
And it changed upon my mood
Then all the month of April
The entire world would be screwed
Behold the thunder roar!
See the lightening crash!
Cower before my might fury
And feel my raging wrath!
Alas I cannot do this
So here I sit and mutter
Imagining a new world
Where I controlled the weather
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