No meteorologist can predict its mood
Sunshine and smiles one day
And the cold shoulder rain showers the next
Nebraska weather is a bipolar person
Bouncing from mood to mood, hot to cold
Sometimes its angry face throws hail at our heads
Then minutes later its cheery rainbow appears
The weather is never satisfied
When enraged it pours out its wrath
Showing off its powerful lightning
Arrogantly bellowing its thunder
Other times it is a shy wall flower
Gently tickling our ears with a breeze
Nearly singing us to sleep
So, you think you don’t need that umbrella
The sun is out today
Well, my friend, in Nebraska
I’d watch what I say!
-Angela Richart