Aunt Weirdie

Aunt Weirdie is coming.
If it is sunny, we will look for grasshoppers, filling the grasshopper bottle.
If it is rainy, we will gather worms into a dirt bucket.
If it is windy, we will fly kites with beautiful tails.
If it is cold, we will wrap in a blanket to stay warm.
If it is hot, we will jump naked in the lake.
And if it is cloudy, Aunt Weirdie will drink, because the clouds remind her of her late husband Sherman.
“Oh Sherman!” she will moan, over and over.
And then she beats me.
I hate cloudy days.