song of inclement weather

[betteroffbad]

the weatherlady stands in skivvies
before the maps of drowning cities

bright the fronts and bright the blazing
swirl of snow or waters raging

long upstream we lost the way
how far is not for me to say

all rivers ran together brown
and heaved their bulk from town to town

sticks and stones and bones of chickens
clatter windraked like the dickens

break like branches under ice
if the weather would chill out that would be nice