Another Storm

A poem

I just wanted a day

One day, to myself

Wes Anderson and a walk home

But you showed up

Another storm, thrown at me

This one was pretty rough

Tornado sirens and hail

I sought shelter inside a bar

Sipping on a bourbon while you

Raged

You are temporary

You used to bring the sun

But now, you’re just turbulent

How sad it must feel to be

Here for now

Gone in short order

I choose the sun

And you will be forgotten in the

New calm