Emotional Weather

Even when the sun is high

And sky is blue

And ground is dry,

I peek into the future

And I dread what's to come.

The downpour that will soak the earth

And flood beneath my feet.

The orchestra's recital,

Followed by a bellowing beast.

Monochrome against my eyes,

Distorts the world I see.

Then blinded by the scorching blade,

My rhythm skipping beats.

Yet I must remember

That this is but a stage.

A forecasting that is changing,

With every passing day.

The sun will flare again

And the sky will shimmer blue,

And ground will crisp from under me,

The present start anew.