THE WEATHERMAN

He gets annoyed
when the weatherman is wrong.
He often counts on him
to plan his days
thinking that  with all those instruments
calculations should have more accuracy.

He could cease to pay attention
to those prophecies.
He’d avoid  petty anger.
But he cannot cease.
He’s too curious about the future of the sky.

And so, forgiving the weatherman’s  mistakes
he daily checks channel thirty-two
assuming that the meteorologist knows
a little more than he
about tomorrow.

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