Lion and the Lamb by Susan L.

  The old wives' tale says, "When March comes in like a lion, it goes out like a lamb or vice versa."
  It's not particularly lionish out there. It's overcast with a sun threatening to shine.
  The uppermost branches of the trees are barely moving so it's calm out there, too.
  The weather forecasters are calling for a risk of thunderstorms and torrential rain later today. They've been wrong before...actually, they seem to be wrong more than they are right. It's the only job where mistake after mistake is perfectly fine with the boss.
  I like using a weather rock better. It's far more accurate. If it's wet, it's raining. If it's white, there is snow on the ground. A stick works as well although it tends to break down.
  Back to old ladies' thoughts on the subject of weather.
  Are the thunderstorms the lion's roar? Is the lamb-like peace of this morning simply the calm before the storm?
  I beg to differ with the old wives' club because actual lambs, unless they are sleeping, can't simply walk. They bounce and leap and jump about in celebration of the life force that flows through their veins. Does this personify or animalify the weather for the day? Is today going to be like a leapy, fleecy, bouncy lamb whose little hooves will skip across the heavens? Or perhaps the next twenty four hours will be all over the map with a year's worth of weather crammed into one day: lions, lambs, and the odd mouse thrown in for variety.
  Can the first of March for this year be considered starting like a lamb but ending like a lion? I guess it depends on the violence of the yet-to-happen thunderstorms. A couple of rumbles doesn't make a lion. A purring kitty-cat maybe but that animal doesn't figure into the old wives' tale. Actually, mice don't either.
  Fluff and nonsense for this morning. Made up words for the fun of it. Poetic licence freely taken because I can. :)
  "Do you see a man wise in his own eyes? There is more hope for a fool than for him." Prov 26:12