My nephew's getting married
Outdoors, within a park,
Eight thousand feet from baseline
In the mountains, white and stark.
The morning's bright and sunny
With an underlying chill
Yet some clouds are drifting over
As the songbirds swoop and trill.
The weather app is warning
That some thunderstorms may strike
Just about when we'll all gather,
Something none of us would like.
Still, we'll celebrate the wedding
As to Nature's whims we'll bow
And with any luck, the day will stay
As sweet as it is now.
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