Whirling Dervish

The bedlam lifts if only for a while; a brief but needed calm falls on the house when she departs for school aboard the bus. Though trying hard to suppress overt smiles, I grin in the direction of my spouse, for any more would be superfluous. But storms can interrupt our best laid plans and so it seems our calm was but an eye; no sooner had we contemplated peace, than fires gave way to cast iron frying pans: a chance that funnel clouds could fill the sky and pressures here at home might soon increase. Who is this damned administrative fool who brought it on himself to close the school? ————— A Brisbane Sonnet: abcabc defdef gg