On Friday the forecast for Saturday morning
Was grim, with all three weather services warning
Of rain with damp breezes, both gusty and chilly.
That couldn't be right; it – quite frankly – seemed silly.

On Friday the sky was bright blue, the sun shining,
With no clouds in sight, with or sans silver lining.
We'd scheduled a group ride, but I'd been postponing
Emailing ride notices, dreading the stoning
That might be my fate if I erred guessing whether
To send riders out into inclement weather...

Or – almost as bad – if I overreacted,
With someone's goal mileage adversely impacted,
Reducing his (her, or their joint) year-end total,
Or if I made somebody somehow immotile,
Consigned to sit glumly and sullenly staring
Outside at blue skies with the sun brightly glaring.

I rechecked the websites and hoped for retraction.
I peered at the sky for some dark cloudy action.
The clock had run out; it was time for deciding:
Should I call it off or send people out riding?
If I got it wrong, I would grovel contritely,
But I had to choose, either wrongly or rightly...

Then Kay (Mrs. Wayne) boldly made the decision
[That's boldly, not bravely, since any derision
That surely would come if the choice was in error
Would fall on MY head, as I cringed in mild terror.]
We chose Accuweather, which seemed the best gamble,
The logic for which isn't hard to unscramble...

The Bad Weather Brunch Bunch had been in recession
For months – overdue for a rainy day session.
I sent out a notice suggesting a meeting,
Which, based on past history, mostly means: EATING.
Instead of discussing political issues,
Folks seem to prefer items much more delicious.

On Saturday morning the weather was dreary;
I looked at the rain drizzling down, and felt cheery.
I'd dodged the big bullet, avoiding chastisement,
Relieved that my wife's rather reckless advisement
Had turned out okay; I'd be spared all that joshing –
Plus I must admit that I DO enjoy noshing.

Marie (Mrs. Callender) graciously hosted
Our group; lots of foodstuff she'd fried, baked or toasted
Lined up, buffet style, had us eagerly drooling.
We sat and had brunch with the rain outside pooling
In puddles through which we would NOT be three-wheeling,
With none of us missing that cold soggy feeling.

An hour went by; with all appetites sated,
The date for our next [makeup?] ride firmly slated
[Perhaps to provide some small hint of assurance
That we wouldn't lose our athletic endurance?],
We paid off the checks and still chatting together,
We walked out – SURPRISE! – into bright, sunny weather.

The clouds were all gone, and we stood there befuddled...
The pavement was wet, with a lot of rain puddled
In potholes and gutters, though slowly subsiding;
Still no one seemed eager – at all – to go riding.
I chortled, "Goodbye, guys, we'll see you next Sunday."
Were we disappointed? NO! This was a FUN day!

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Last updated 12/7/2013