It’s familiar, yes?
Warnings for days-it’s coming!
The forecasts change daily
Oh shit, whew, fuck.
Tales from where it’s been
Lawd. Cross fingers.
Lines at the market, gas prices rise
Bastards.
Water jugs for the toilet, batteries for the lamps
Plenty of simple grub.
The day before it was 52 and sunny.
The morning of was still, wind picked up by 1.
Finally, the first flakes fly
And the world changes.
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