Rain. How is the probability of rain today like a poem?

Full-sun with a zero percent chance of rain here and still like a poem, the belief in the non-constant, i.e, knowing the improbable is plausible and in time, will occur. Even the briefest poem is a picture window to change. Readers can attest.



Food is ripe with examples. In winter the mind is reluctant to believe peaches; the mouth never losses faith. Lunch -- a peach salad with shiso and feta and almonds. If there be a constant it is olive oil. And olives.