What the weather lady said on that Tuesday night
As I sat with chicken noodles perched on my lap,
She warned that the ice would freeze over hell
And the wind would sweep us up in her arms.
As the clock would strike ten, she said
We’d fall in love on the succulent clouds,
Tipping to midnight we’d be gently rained
Down to the lake where the row boat sailed
Like the owl and the pussy cat in the ghastly rhyme
We hoped that we’d reach the shoreline in time.
Life would be simple, she said through the screen,
If we stop looking to a future unknown.
It’s not possible, she said, tapping the glass,
We’re merely just guessing, making up stories
To occupy minds that wander too far
In the hope that we’ll find a love in the snow
And dig in our roots in order to grow.
5 thoughts on “what the weather lady said”
No-one knows exactly what the future will bring. That’s why we’re best off living our lives the best we can right now, if that makes sense.
It’s what makes it fun, the not knowing!
And as far as weather is concerned, my daughter swears by her piece of seaweed hung-out by the door, and the rock on a string. They’re never wrong.
Haha, if the rock is gone then we’ve had a tornado….
Yea, that’s it. 🙂