Unpredict

The Weatherman said that,
"it'll rain all day..."
And I believe him.
He has far too many relying on his words
To be misleading.

They've got pictures of the torrents,
Pictures of the floods.
Movies of the Red Tide,
And of the heavens opening up.

It's looming in the distance, biding its time.
Converging fronts' contention,
Then the cloudburst alarms.

Today we are inside, pushing to go out.
Tomorrow, scorched by the sun,
Parched, bloated, and stout.

I'm happy in the shade;
While running through the rain.
When stuck inside with you
Doing only what we can.

Clouds and Mouth open
Tasting the sky's recycling.
Face wet, Arms wet, Feet wet.

Mind clean and cleared as the skies have.

Is this morning breaking,
Or is the rain ceasing?
Is the sun rising,
Or are the clouds parting?

(the weatherman lied,
But this day feels new)