# Forecast for: Dallas, TX Generated on February 06, 2025 at 09:00PM Eastern Time When clouds do veil the face of day's bright beam, And nor'east winds in gentle whispers play, The temperature, like a temperate dream, Doth hover 'mongst sixty and the night's gray. A low of fifty-eight doth mark the line 'Twixt warmth and chill, where comfort doth entwine The senses, as a lover doth confine Himself in passion's sweet and secret shrine. But, soft! What whispers breathe of rain's slight kiss? A tenth of an inch, no more, to dismiss The notion that the skies their wrath would wish, And all the world be freshened with new bliss. --- **STYLE:** Shakespearean sonnet