fes, morocco / 71℉ - clear
on days like this,
exactly who we are meant to be -
like tanners who dye long strips of leather,
we soak our days in barrels of joy
and create our clear blue skies.
This poem is part of the A to Z blog challenge. Every day (except Sunday) I'll post a new weather forecast poem. Have a suggestion for a city? Contact me with a suggestion, and it might make the list.