so much depends upon
the jet stream
and barometric pressure
driving rain and gentle snow
unpredictable squalls
and you
—
It’s Fireblossom Friday in the Imaginary Garden and all
toads have been challenged to write a new poem starting with the opening lines of “The Red Wheelbarrow” by William Carlos Williams
rhymeswithbug 
Don’t fall in love with a meteorologist!
–coal (Fireblossom)
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😉
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Oh I love this, especially because of its closing lines.
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thanks Sherry!
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Oh, sweet.
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😊
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I remember back in the day, my young lover wouldn’t be deterred by “weather”. After almost 26 years, I think he’d be a bit more cautious ;P
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😉
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That last line echos…so poignant and a worthy comparison indeed. Nicely done!
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thanks Hannah!
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“And you”… a nice punch at the end!
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thanks 🙂
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Maybe it’s not about the weather at all… but which company you’re in.
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you’re probably right
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Such perfect pitch and balance to this piece.
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thanks Kerry!
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What a fun way to perfectly capture the mercurial nature of some love affairs!
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thanks 🙂
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“unpredictable squalls” — so much depends on these words, for me, in this piece. Nailed it.
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thanks 😉
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oh, yes!
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unpredictable
squalls and you
So much depends on outside factors that one can be most unfortunate to be caught in the cross-fire and be made to take the rap
Hank
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The weather can sure change things. The end though made this a kind of love poem!
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Perfect!!
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thanks!
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So much depends on you. Ain’t that the truth.
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yep! 🙂
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