A Hurricane's A'Comin'

A hurricane’s a’comin’

And my phone’s on high alert,

With its piercing, grating warning

To take care and not get hurt.

 

My landlord sent a message

To all tenants to remove

Any items on the terrace;

If I had one, I’d approve.

 

Some events have been postponed

And others switched or rearranged

While each hour the weather forecast

Has been fiddled with and changed.

 

So tomorrow we’ll find out

If all the hype was well-deserved

As we wake to see the banquet

Mother Nature will have served.