Saturday, August 10, 2013

Weather False-Cast


Fair to partly cloudy
With a risk of scattered showers,
And I was ready for a lovely day.
Wasn't worried 'bout the rain 
'Cause I knew it'd go away;
When it came
The sun would always be there
To shield me from the pain.

So when the drops they started fallin'
I didn't think it was a warnin',
Never been afraid of a little gray.
Wasn't til some hours later 
When the drops had grown much greater,
That I suspected gloom was here to stay.

Well the weatherman was talkin'
'Bout all the systems workin'
In the atmosphere 
Said there wouldn't be a problem;
All my concerns he'd solve 'em
Now I wanna know what's goin' on round here.

I'm talkin' to you Weatherman.
You ain't nothin' but a charlatan.
You sold me bundles of false hope
With your slick smile and the words you spoke.
So I'm callin' you out Mr. Weatherman
Speak up now, if you can.

I heard the thunder rolling in the distance
And decided it was time to listen
For an update from the radio.
I knew it was a bad omen
When the wind that had been sighin'
Began to scream and then to roar.
Next came the forecast I'd been dreadin'
And confirmed the thing that I'd been guessin':
I was caught out in a raging storm.

It's flash floods and landslides
And people fearin' for their lives.
I can't believe that this could happen
Just when I should be relaxin';
I'm caught up in a war of elements
When I never enlisted or gave my consent.

Gale force winds,
Water on the rise,
Pounding surf;
Lightening flashes 
Make me want to hide.
A small craft advisory is in force,
I doubt if it could get much worse.

I know this storm is not your fault
But you should have known to warn me first.
I never saw it comin',
Got blindsided this mornin',
I mean I was so damn unprepared.
This thing it hit me at unawares
When you should have had my back
And I will always blame you for that.

Talkin' to you Weatherman,
Cruel, heartless charlatan.
With your good looks and boyish charm
You took me in and you disarmed
And put me in the way of harm
Instead of sounding the alarm.

Talkin' to you Weatherman,
Slick, smooth talkin' snake oil man.

Talkin' to you Weatherman,
I survived despite your plan.

Talkin' to you Weatherman,
I'll never fall for you again.

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