My wife comes from a long line of poets, of Ecuadorian and Nicaraguan descent. Her Ecuadorian grandmother and great-grandmother wrote beautiful poetry, and her Nicaraguan father has a way with words, and is also a poet in his own right. So it just comes naturally to my wife. She writes beautifully.
The first month of my second-born son’s life was cloudy and rainy, as Spring tends to be at times, so we stayed cozied up inside most of the time. One day we must have been talking about the weather, and my wife forecasted the weather as “Cloudy with a Chance of Love“. Now that is what I call having a way with words.