Stormy Weather
By Christopher Munroe
“There’s a storm a’brewin!” Grandpa always used to say.
But, like, always.
He’d say it every single day, regardless of the weather. He went
out of his way to wrap every conversation around to the subject of storms,
brewings, or the like, just so he could say it.
Grandpa was a little off toward the end, I have to admit.
To make matters worse, whenever there actually WAS a storm,
he would claimed that he knew it, that he’d tried to warn us, if we’d only
listened to him.
And, technically, it was true, so none of us could disagree…
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