Cloudy, with a chance—always a chance, setting
odds, like betting would make a difference thanks
to Pasquale’s wagering. Probable cause of today
happening: one hundred percent. You can bet on it
and win if some sucker would show up—dumb
enough to take your bet. They don’t so you pocket
the day along with the cash saved up for rain.
You’re too thin-skinned to ignore the weather
the way the dog does—and the birds. Scattered
showers drive you to cover, fearful of showering
not your choosing. Spoiled out of the elements,
you create your own, as if control makes you God.
The house isn’t the world and world not the house;
how can you ignore the door where wind calms?
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