Emergency Broadcast
The music interrupted,
We all listened for the why.
An announcer gave a warning
That a thunderstorm was nigh.
He was very time-specific
For the counties that he named
And I wonder if the weather
Will be scary as he claimed.
On the back porch I am sitting,
Gazing upwards at the sky
Where I must admit a big black cloud
Is waiting there, on high.
But there's still a bit of sunshine
So it's possible we'll skirt
Such a downpour that deserves
Such an emergency alert.
Forty minutes are remaining
If the broadcasters are wise
And if nothing comes to pass, it won't be
Much of a surprise.
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