Here Is the Weather

Weather is
a time machine

That holds the future
and the past

Connected by
a set of rules

Predicting nothing due
can last

Its route was changed
by yesterday

Which never settled
as it should

Before tomorrow
trying something new

Arranged our
future neighbourhood

So, in the end,
today we see

Stampeding out
of fixed effects

A raging force
on a pre-set course

Where the past designed
what’s next