The Sonnet of Inclement Weather
We weathermen foretold tomorrow’s sky
With scientific tools and proven facts,
While people, using gumption, did defy
The safeguards that we told them to enact.
These people just ignored clairvoyant speech
As nonbelievers in a gypsy’s tent.
They planned itineraries for the beach,
And looked for new apartments they could rent.
But then the rain began to fall in sheets,
And lightning cracked the pole that lights the rooms,
As darkness came and trees fell in the street
And through the windows of their furnished tombs...
It’s sad, but we’ve got no excuse to cry --
If people listened, people wouldn’t die...