how does it feel
to be so very afraid
that every dark cloud
will summon a monsoon? 

how does the weatherman feel
when he sees the hurricane coming
but can do nothing about it? 

how does it feel to know
that every leaden sky
could bring news just as heavy? 

how will it feel when the
first raindrop rolls down the
side of your face like perspiration? 

how will it feel to suddenly be
in the eye of the storm?

I wish I didn’t know.