Is there
Or isn't there
A storm coming?
Yes, oh yes, there most definitely is.

It's going to be vicious, and ugly
And angry, this storm.
Lashing will happen.
Winds will roar,
My head, throat and heart are sore,
Longing for
The release of this storm,
The one they've promised me,
The one that's guaranteed.

Outside, rain falls, but gently.
Where are the buffeting torrents,
The groaning, ghastly gales?
I feel cheated.
I was so ready
For pathetic fallacy.
Deliver, or be ****** forever,
Gods of weather.
Your guru's fail us,
Buffet and hail us.

They told us to batten down the hatches,
But I'm ready to fling the windows wide open
And welcome the chaos and the debris,
I'm ready!
Where are the flying branches?
I want and need terror,
But someone's made an error...
My storm is undelivered,
Consequently, so am I.