I’ve hunkered down, my friend, awaiting storm’s approach,
Supplies are purchased, including wine, my taste above reproach.
Let’s bask this day in the modern life, celebrate electricity,
For tomorrow we may lose this perk and struggle yet to see.
I’ve books stockpiled, along with food, the soul to feed in time
While waiting out the coming flood with words inclined to rhyme.
Oh, I’ll watch the tempest throughout the night, daring it to harm
And hoping that with dawn’s first light it’s fizzled, no alarm.