Well Met

Let’s put that traditional facade to rest - they are 

vagaries owed by idiosyncrasy and caprice, with 

the occasional unpredictable whimsey thrown in;  

or in other words - well-met megrim singularities 

whose eccentricities we’ve yet to appreciate; oh, 

we’re discussing weather forecasters, and if you 

didn’t guess, it won't matter as much as whether 

their ‘predictions’ gave you leeway to peace 

Being wakened by massive thunderstorms that 

crashed and banged at 10 pm suggested sleep 

had lesser probability than rain they’d said was 

assured at 50%, altho’ lightening revealed their 

calculations for this region were an extensively 

understated computation that was meant to be 

Happening much later, i.e. tomorrow; throw in a 

maybe and we’re on the same planar extension 

of imagination presaging its own redundancy, or 

better yet look at the weather map - see what a 

live radar screen says graphically; guessing its 

impact weathers that storm a whole lot better 

© 6 November 2015, I. D. Carswell