Bad Weather

The sun, not overly bright that day, still, was smart enough. The wind, in it's windy way, was acting far too tough. Waning winter was slowly backing, back-end out, toward spring. Then the floods from heaven fell in slashing sheets of rain. The weather man predicted "rain," yet, he didn't say how much. But when the skies had opened up, we knew, clearly, he'd lost touch. An old-timer, questioned close, swore this was the worse in years. All the huddlers in the shelters, were instructed, "Don't spread fears." The parents were requested not to send their kids to school. And the public was forewarned that they should conserve their fuel. Next, the mayor came to say this weather was an emergency, And he might order evacuation, but he would wait and see. So we all sat around and waited, wondering what to do. Then, suddenly, the clouds all parted and the sun came shining through. We, the people, wandered out to see the damage that was done. The mayor with his entourage, after some inspection, declared, "none." Now, the rain had really poured and ruined everybody's day. But ultimately, all it had done, was wash the trash away.