A'Brewing

A storm's a'brewing, we've been told
So all we'll need has now been sold.
The supermarket shelves are bare,
Depleted from what once was there.

Aside from staples - milk and bread
And other foods with which we're fed,
For shovels many made a trip
And icy-melt so we won't slip.

The shoe stores' boots at last did sell
And hats and mittens went as well.
No what we'll do is sit and wait
And dread it or anticipate.

The children pray for heaps of white
To sled or have a snowball fight
While those who have to drive and such
Have fingers crossed it won't be much.

But be it blizzard or a dusting,
Everybody, I am trusting,
Will be glued to the TV
To find out which one it will be.