Written on the fly ….
At noon, while I write this,
the clouds rumble and hiss.
The sky, it’s dark as night.
My home, it needs the help of lamp light.
Please electricity stick with me,
because it’s too hot out you see.
I hear liquid pounding the ground,
also the windows and all around.
Andrea, Andrea why so soon?
It’s still so early in June.
We have six months still ahead,
too long a time to worry and dread
Andrea, Andrea please take care
for us we’d like you to spare
make your winds calm like a breeze
and your rains sprinkle on us with ease.