Dark Weather

Late at night and they are predicting storms,
dark snow, winds and icy roads,
the end of the world as we know it, again.

How often have you heard the predictions,
some by others around you,
more often from deep inside your own head,

of storms, dire and deadly
storms far stronger, far more killing
than your mere mortality can survive,

especially your particular mortality,
so flawed, so fragile that even sunlight
is at times a struggle.

There was a time, you cowered, afraid of the weather,
sure the journey had to cease with the slightest threat,
your own fears far deadlier than dark weather,

but no longer.

Tonight, you drive. The storm is just as deadly,
but you have survived many of them before.
and no longer assume the worst,

but instead count on history, the best of history, not the worst,
repeating itself, and while the weather slows you down,
you continue to drive into the night

where somewhere
at the road’s end,
home awaits.