My window’s by the window
of my brother Ray
so I change the weather
that he sees all day.
A massive pail of water
can make a gentle rain.
I switch on my hair dryer
to get a hurricane.
It’s easy to do hail:
it’s just a tray of ice
and if there’s passing weddings
I throw a little rice.
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