Changing Weather, a poem

Changing Weather, a poem

Jenna Martin, Editor

On Tuesday the sun was shining,

but on Wednesday the rain was falling,

Thursday the air was muggy,

on Friday the air was chilly.

 

Summer’s approaching,

yet some days feel like winter.

One day its bright,

the next is dull.

 

We get our hopes up,

for them to be crushed.

We get out our tank tops and shorts,

just to get back the jackets and boots.