I’ve reread our forecasts, I’m not sure how to explain, There’s a thunderstorm storming, But only in my brain, According to our radar, Displaying a flashing sign, There‘s an avalanche soon to fall, Held back by an “I’m Fine,” We‘ll have zero below temperatures, A spinning weathervane, A heart in need of warming, In the eye of the hurricane, There’s a low chance of sleep, With oceans rising with the seas, An earthquake‘s on its way, To shake only my knees, Now that’s it for the weather, Let it inspire you to explore, And find peace inside, A natural disaster.