Weather talk

Colder than a witch’s tit or
a well diggers ass in January.
Hotter than Hell or hot enough
to fry eggs on the sidewalk.
Raining cats and dogs or
coming down in buckets.
Fog in the hollow,
good day to follow.
Red sky at night,
sailor’s delight.
Rain before seven
fine by eleven.
When smoke descends,
good weather ends.
April showers
bring May flowers.
Montreal express,
pea soup fog.
Hot enough for you?
Cold enough for you?

If we stop talking weather,
we may stop talking altogether.