The sky looks clear and though the temps
Are not exactly warm,
The weatherman's predicting
There will be a major storm.
The blizzard warning's on the horn,
The airlines pulling flights;
Anxiety starts ratcheting
To Xanax-taking heights.
At times I wish for days gone by
When storms were a surprise.
We didn't have alerts
So then we couldn't agonize.
Of course we're better off today
So we can be prepared,
But being clueless, so much stress
Would happily be spared.
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