I Can't Tell You a Thing about the Weather

At least not in the way people mean

I know things like

How the moon sounds brighter after it snows

Or how the clouds taste when the sky is pink

And how sunlight feels when it is cupped in your hand
 

But no one wants to hear about things like that

They want ordinary things

Like

“It’s such a lovely day today, don’t you think?”

And

“This next snowstorm is supposed to be a big one”

They have never trailed their fingers through the sky

And felt the ebb and swirl of the blue

And they have never heard

The rain’s bright song

Or the wind’s long stories

Of everything it’s seen

And they have never tasted

The fresh picked stars

And felt the silver juice run down their chin

No

They just want to hear

“It’s been hotter today than it was yesterday”

And                

“I hope it rains soon, the grass sure needs it”

I can’t tell you anything about that

But if you want to come up

And sit among the stars

I can take you with me

Just ask