Forewarn
The local news station has said all week
there would be bad weather today,
storms with wind and hail,
maybe tornadoes.
This thick air outside
building bulky black clouds
just as quickly scattered as they appear
has kept me on edge
And those meteorologists on TV
play into the brightly colored maps.
They love a good story.
After all, it keeps us watching.
But my brain keeps returning to the night
they weren’t predicting those rains we got
bringing floods and all that destruction
until well into early morning
when we all woke to water,
and for some
it was too late
So, maybe they’re overcompensating
just in case,
but all I know is I hate this feeling
when all the pressure pushes against the atmosphere
and it feels like something is about to give,
but no one can say for certain what.
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I love the form you’ve chosen for this poem – the 3 lines build, and then the tension is released – and that happens over and over until that final line of “certainty.”
Nice and very relatable.