Impending

My quilting class tomorrow
Has been canceled in advance.
The organizers weren’t giving
Nature half a chance.

The supermarkets must be jammed
And running low on stock;
As people check their fridges,
To the stores they all do flock.

The snow plows and the salters
Have to be on high alert;
When just one snowflake hits the ground,
Their power they’ll assert.

Teachers and their students
All are hoping for a storm.
It would be great to stay in bed
All cozy, snug and warm.

Bosses have put plans in place
In case they can’t commute.
Parking rules will be suspended –
That’s not in dispute.

The city and surrounding ‘burbs
Will follow, blow by blow,
The weatherman’s report as he
Describes the coming snow.

But ‘til the moment that those flakes
Start floating from the sky,
We should remember there’s a chance
This storm will pass us by.