My apologies to whoever wrote “April showers bring May flowers.” I wrote a little poem about today’s weather:
April showers bring May flowers
But in April 91 is no fun
It makes clay of the dirt
And leaves everything looking burnt
Yeah, ok, it could use some work, but it’s hot here. My brain is hot. I may expire.
And while I may expire, Nathan thinks it's perfect watermelon eatin' weather!
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