Blackout

It’s raining, it’s teeming.
I wish I were dreaming
But really, it seems I am not.
The storm killed the power
For many an hour
So normal routines have been shot.

The lights and their switches
Don’t work and these glitches
Won’t let us do things that we should.
The phone has no charger.
One problem that’s larger
Is how long fridge food will be good.

And speaking of eating,
No food will be heating
Until all the power’s restored.
If day turns to nighttime
It will be the right time
For us to feel nothing but bored.

So meanwhile we’re waiting
And sit here debating
How long ‘til the lights come back on.
Our spirits are sagging
As hours keep dragging;
Con Ed* feels to me like a con.

*Power company