Pineapple Storm

For three days the world has not been right.
Mother Nature hung herself over our coast,
She’s angry so we have to wait.
We know it’s coming.
Everyone shopping for condoms, water and flashlights.
The attitude of scarcity pervading suburbia more than usual.
All the black SUV’s are filled with sandbagged children and toothpaste.
Schools cancelled, guns loaded,
Everybody loves a good storm because you can forget daily life.
Nothing matters but getting everything in sight in the car.