Whichever Way the Winds Blow

She told me to check the weather
and I said I can tell what to wear
just by looking outside.
She seemed doubtful.
I said trust me.
I know which way the wind blows.
Her look suggested something different.

Seeking to impress
I glanced out the window
spied blue skies
and explained that a spring jacket would be fine.
I told her she worried too much
and went on my way.

When I came back
three days later
after the roads had cleared
and electricity had been restored
I found she had long ago left
with no intent to return.

It seems
I had not been
quite so good with forecasts
as I had previously thought.

About Jonathan Berger

I used to write quite a bit more.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s