someone else's weather

I love your rain,
your sun your fall
your snow, your

whatever the hell it is
that's going on. Where you are
I love your

there. I can just about imagine
Under abstract skies

of blue, gray,

green? Hey - what if your weather

is orange? Lustrous gold,
cerise, blue red
blue,

cornflower? What if the weather
by you, where you are, is

a riotous profusion
of colours never found or seen
in nature? At least, not in those

configurations: the rain
rains down purple and soft, glowing
grey! The clouds deep, bold hues
of green shading in
to everything seen

in peacock feathers? The snow,
maybe no. Maybe no snow, but just imagine
the hues, if so.
But no.

The problem with someone else's weather
is, you can picture it, but you'll never
see it.

Ever