WEATHER REPORT
The storm descended from the north
Across the Presidential peaks,
A dense envelopment of fog.
Who knew what havoc it might wreck?
Small leaves at first began to shake.
Then tall trees bent and slowly swayed.
A thick mist swallowed every shape.
The rain came down in a raging cascade.
This storm by Zeus’s fist was hurled
But its tumult soon did pass us by.
A rainbow over the glen unfurled
And blue bits did return to the sky.
Some miles to the south another town
Was caught in the fury our vale was spared.
Trees were uprooted and power was lost.
For their well-being no deity cared.
But we for whom the rainbow shone
Know that their fate could have been our own.