The Humidity.

The Humidity.

The humidity has been flying high,

For it can’t be touched with anything except precipitation or dew.

Well who cares?

The humidity,

Suddenly felt the need for its presence to be felt,

It thought hard,

And the next day morning the residents woke up to a huge blanket of fog.

Now humidity asked-“How’s that? Now do you all care?”

Adios!

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