# Forecast for: Chicago, IL

Generated on April 30, 2025 at 11:00AM Eastern Time

Fair day, thou dost prepare to end in woe,
A slight promise of rain showers doth descend
At three o'clock's chime, when most men be slow
To heed the skies' dark warnings, and ascend.

The clouds, like sullen maidens, do congregate
Above thee, hiding sun's bright face from view,
And east wind whispers secrets in thy ear so great,
That scarce a whisper of its presence thou dost pursue.

Fifty-two degrees, fair temperature, doth prevail,
But thou, dear earth, art shrouded in a dismal veil.
The chance of precipitation, twenty percent doth say
'Tis naught but a faint glimmer of a rainy day.

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**STYLE:** Shakespearean sonnet