This is a poem about the weather.

The sun burns bright
lending a glow to the browning leaves of fall,
glimmering through the trees
uninterrupted by clouds in the infinite blue
of the heavens

The man on the television
assured, armed with his plaid bowtie
and disarming smile,
"Clear skies and sunshine,
All day long, folks"

That was the forecast yesterday, too
but it poured
suddenly, in the early hours of the afternoon
and caught in the downpour, I learned
how a weatherman can be wrong

Today,
the forecast calls for perfection.
Today,
sun shining,
not a cloud in the sky,

I carry an umbrella.