Wade Blade (1/24/1995)
Late night and early morning low clouds
with a chance of fog;
Chance of showers into the afternoon
with variable high cloudiness and gusty winds, gusy winds...
Things are tough all over
when the thunderstorms start;
Increasing over the southeast and south central portions
of my apartment.
I get upset and a line of thunderstorms
was developing in the early morning,
ahead of a slow moving cold front.
Cold blooded, with tornado watches issued
shortly before noon Sunday
for the areas including the western region
of my mental health and the northern portions of my
abilit to deal rationally with my
disconcerted precarious emotional situation.
Comments about this poem (Emotional Weather by Wade Blade )
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