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Weather

My Love, she is like the weather. 
I learned to love it over time. 
She is like the first summer rain and the snow that signals autumn's end.
She is the beginning of all my conversations as someone says,

"can you believe this weather?"

I quickly respond "no, and I cannot get enough of it." 

You have to see her in each season and once you do 
you will be a self made meteorologist of love and true romance, 
studying weather maps hoping 
even for the slightest chance of a downpour.