It's through joy that weather rhymes with whether;
Joy the weather man, foreknowing, forgoes.
For the sake of a pleasant morning commute,
He steals the thunder from the wonder of the show.
Weather it will, or weather it won't: it's better left unmeasured.
As C.S. Lewis liked to say, a surprise is the best type of pleasure.
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