The weather...

Radar Loops: Snow

I casually turned on the television today and found myself anxiously wading through just one more commercial for the latest computer model of
The first winter storm, heading our way.
I could hear those words you used to make me upset and even knowing the tricks I didn't change the channel.
It made me a little disgusted with myself.

I'm holding on,
Holding tight,
Listening for that musical note that resounds in my soul.
I've become convinced that something will strike me profoundly,
The light from heaven will sing through the blue sky
And I will kneel with a clear picture,
Vision,
Understanding.
In this romance I gain something I don't know I've lost quite yet and for this I will
Be grateful.

No matter how hard I try to look away and create distance my
Eyes are drawn to the window, my feet to the door,
To smell for snow and ice. Between turning on and turning off my television I developed an
Obsession for the weather and how it will impact my person.
Frantic wind and driving rain don't fit into my expectations,
Leaves me confused and doubtful.
I am stubborn in my refusal to adapt. I know with certainty that tomorrow I will turn on the television.