A'Brewing

A storm's a'brewing, we've been told So all we'll need has now been sold. The supermarket shelves are bare, Depleted from what once was there. Aside from staples - milk and bread And other foods with which we're fed, For shovels many made a trip And icy-melt so we won't slip. The shoe stores' boots at last did sell And hats and mittens went as well. No what we'll do is sit and wait And dread it or anticipate. The children pray for heaps of white To sled or have a snowball fight While those who have to drive and such Have fingers crossed it won't be much. But be it blizzard or a dusting, Everybody, I am trusting, Will be glued to the TV To find out which one it will be.