When one is pounded by a hurricane
Awaiting the arrival of the eye
While buffeted by wind and soaked by rain,
Enduring for the promised calm nearby,
It’s quite dismaying when that longed-for peace
Fails to arrive and callously implodes,
An unexpected hurricane’s surcease
Chaotic, savage thunderstorm forebodes.
But weather cannot be controlled by yearning,
So batten hatches down as best you can.
It’s really more annoying than concerning
To make impromptu changes to your plan.
So keep a weather eye and don’t despair-
Somebody’s likely laughing hard somewhere.