How do you spell chameleon?
That's what Mother Nature has become.
Cold one day, hot the next,
She must use her own provide codex.
Some days one must wear a coat,
And a scarf wrapped around the throat.
Weather changes, coat is tossed,
Then cold again, coat is lost.
Thick black clouds advance a storm,
Lightening and thunder do perform.
Sheets of rain, thick and grey,
Swamp our world, like Pompeii.
Then it's over, blue skies at last,
Telling all the storm has passed.
Leaving behind air clean and fresh,
Now get busy and rake up the mess.
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