Stuck on the Weather Channel

Thunderstorm Watch

Again, I am glued to the Weather Channel,
Like an annoying gnat stuck to fly paper,
Sucked in, inescapable,
Yellow glue so indestructible.

Clouds give rise,
Paper dries,
Both captives,
One dies, one lives.

Fate or curse?
Which death is worse?
A thousand deaths from weather worry,
Or a sticky kind in a hurry?

I doubt I will survive.
But, if I do survive,
I might walk away,
But I will not be alive!

Lynn Martin McHale May 30, 2013 Copyright All Rights Reserved

Note: As you can tell, bad weather freaks me out!