# Forecast for: Frederick, MD

Generated on April 03, 2025 at 04:00AM Eastern Time

When clouds do veil the sky, and skies grow grey,
A chance of showers doth beset our day,
With tempests' whispers that do lightly play
Upon the wind's soft sighs, in gentle way.

The south winds blow with moderate might,
Around eight miles an hour, a gentle pace,
Yet gusts of eighteen may in fury take flight,
And ruffle all their calm and peaceful space.

A twentieth part of rain doth chance to fall,
In amounts less than the smallest grain,
New rainfall's promise, but a whisper's call
To stir the earth with life anew in vain.

But still we must endure this cloudy fate,
And hope for clearer skies beyond our state.

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**STYLE:** Shakespearean sonnet