The weather, as explained by an English Major. Feel free to submit your own poetic forecasts filled with deep-seated anguish or god-like rapture.
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January 13, 2013
LYSANDER
How now, my love! why is your cheek so pale? How chance the roses there do fade so fast?
HERMIA
Belike for want of rain, which I could well Beteem them from the tempest of my eyes.