like weather, never really predict rain cloud’s gonna burst; high low, — Naomi Shihab Nye, Time Let In: 25 Poets 25

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I'm like the weather, never really can predict when this rain cloud's gonna burst; when it's the high or it's the low, when you might need a light jacket.Sometimes I'm the slush that sticks to the bottom of your work pants, but I can easily be the melting snowflakes clinging to your long lashes.I know that some people like:sunny and seventy-five,sunny and seventy-five,sunny and seventy-five,but you take me as I am and neverforget to pack an umbrella.

Naomi Shihab Nye, Time You Let Me In: 25 Poets under 25

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