My whole life I’ve been a weatherman
All my days spent creating models that predict the future
Warning people about potential disaster
Every moment spent planning and predicting
Stock up on water in case of emergency
It’s the most vital thing you need
Batteries, flashlights, radios
Canned food always helps
You never know how long you’ll be without
I tell people what to expect
How to prepare
Give them a timeframe
Tips on withstanding the storm
Always planning
Always advising
Always worrying
But sometimes I wonder what it’s like
To be the ground that cracks beneath your feet
To be the wind that rushes through your windows
To be the water that breaks the levees
To be the rain that falls upon your face
I’m tired of predicting
I want to let fate carry me where it will
I want the immediacy
The calm before
The flurry of movement
The knowledge that I cannot plan everything
The freedom to just be
I want to be the storm now
Song? Wish I could hear you sing it.
Not a song, at least not intended as a song.