I like to watch the local weather report

It’s colorful, entertaining, and short

I quite admire the meteorologist

He’s so excited

I’m not a psychologist

My intellect is delighted when the report begins

I see my city on the map

It juts out into the bay and is flanked by the ocean

An array of colors comes on: purple, yellow, pink, green

Hazy and humid

Perfect conditions for thunder and lightning

He zooms out to show the west

White on the radar

Clouds

Rain maybe, in what amount?

Then there’s a switch to the picture of 4^th Street

Surfers bobbing, runners on the boardwalk along the Atlantic

That awesome place, even in the heat

Where the rays and waves are perfect, the beach gigantic

Today, it’s all sun and warm, he says

But later tonight there’ll be thunderstorms

The screen fills with the 7-day forecast

I think about how the weather, like life, can change so fast

I grab my shoes and keys, grab my puppy

Subject to the weather or living in spite of it

It’s as if I hear my favorite meteorologist beseech

He says, “Either way, enjoy the day”

We head to the beach