Meteorological Migraine

There’s rain in my brain, A pitter patter on the old grey matter, Cats and dogs in the cerebral cogs, A shower dampening my mental power. There’s precipitation in my imagination, A cloud collision in my vision, A deluge in my centrifuge, A tidal surge has overwhelmed my optimistic urge, A tsunami is rampaging through my spiritual harmony, A lighting strobe just struck my frontal lobe. There’s a vortex in my cortex, An eddy in my heady, A blizzard in my gizzard, Hail in my vapour trail, Sleet on my feet, Snow on my big toe Making me feel low. I’ll pop a pill and rest my head Upon a bed of feather And when I wake I’m hoping For bright eyes and better weather.