No Rain Huitain

I will not take responsibility
for travesties I lobbied to prevent.
And I can’t let this weather bother me –
I have no power over what we’re sent.
I saw the future and our sure torment.
The facts were stronger than your fond belief.
But though it’s clearly futile to lament,
this sunny almost-winter gives me grief.

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