Luck Of The Spray Poem by Richard Jarboe

When you look at the weather map,
And tornados are coming your way,
Grab what you can, take cover and pray,
It all boils down to the luck of the spray.

With a touch down here, the barn could disappear,
A touchdown there, you better be elsewhere,
A scatter gun blast from up in the sky,
Twisting the air, making things fly.

An arc over here, a drop in pressure,
A rotation over there, find your confessor,
When the bills are due and it's time to pay,
It all boils down to the luck of the spray.

Some will swim and some will glide,
Some will be blessed and some will die,
The right place at the right time today,
All boils down to the luck of the spray.