Your life is its weather,
Probability and
Statistics its climate.
The climate coddles you
Or worries you by turns,
But the weather you live,
The weather you discuss
Daily and thoroughly
As you adjust your life,
Bundle or shuck your coats
And boots, your scarves and shorts,
Run out to start the car
In the rain, in the snow,
In the hot parking lot.
You know you’ll be summed up.
You sum up some yourselves
And talk about what’s next,
But it’s just rain or sun.
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