The nice days before next Spring are

running out.

"Sunny 80 degrees"

will turn into

"65 with a slight breeze".

Soon the meteorologist will prophesize

scattered showers through February.

He smiles when delivering the forecast,

  because he's always right.

This poem is about: 
My community


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