“Good Morning. Here is the weather forecast
for today, twenty-fourth of July.
A band of heavy rain will cross the country slowly,
remaining over Northwest France all day.
There will be a strong Northeasterly wind
with gusts up to sixty miles an hour.”
I think I’ll take in the washing
batten down the hatches
and go back to bed.
It really was the forecast, but I woke up to clear blue sky, so maybe I should get up and enjoy it.