Weather Forcast

Prologue:

Pretty girls flock together
For protection from the slightest weather
And act as if its common sense
That everyone worries about bad men

Like fingernails or body hair
Pedicures and petty things
Every little detail counts
Every inch and every ounce

Act 1.

I’ve seen pretty girls come and go
And know one thing

  They never stay.

Like the weather of a summer day
They storm from thunder straight to rain
Then hurricane on back again, and sand storm
into every drain.

Whirlwind and dust cloud commeth,
Quiet days and haze that buzzeth.
Many different types of weather
pass for sane and sand us to a hue

so strange and rough we oft do think
it normal, but horrible is the color
and the taste, of hesitating, and of waste.
Like the changing of the temperature

  The view is sure to fluctuate.

Act 2.

Don’t stand, don’t follow,
Don’t move with the changing seasons
Don’t leave your padded seat to chase the view on the veranda

Take up your cross and walk
Not towards the setting sun or rain
But stand instead and talk
Of the weather and of coming pain.

Epilogue:

All storms will deviate, dissipate and clear to nothing
All suns will sublimate, dissolve and disconstrue their wanting.