THE HORRIPILATION OF MARCH, '93

    
Though it seems like spring will be following
  Soon after March begins,
The folks around here will bend your ear
  With a tale of hurricane winds.
The force of that gale through valley and dale
  Was unmatched in this century;
And I know it's true, 'cause my life came unglued
  In the blizzard of March, '93

Now Friday dawned sunny, blue sky, gentle wind
  Were the pleasantest sights to behold;
I left for work early to avoid all the hurly and
  Burly of crowds in the cold.
I drove into work, cleared my desk, cleaned the files
  Then went into town to have lunch.
What greeted my ears were panic and fears
  About the storm's power and punch.

There were radio warnings to stock up on food
  And candles and batteries and fuel
Of an alternative kind incase of a bind in which
  Winds could prove terribly cruel.
"Could this happen?" I queried, "Is disaster so near
  That I need to lay in some supplies?
Nah, it's probably just an example of how
  The media types dramatize."

I smugly observed how folks came unnerved
  And swarmed around food stores in droves.
They stocked up on snacks, junk food and six packs
  Plus videos to banish their woes.
"How foolish," I snorted, "They're like sheep being led
  By forecasters known to be wrong.
When they make their predictions they frequently err,
  So why should I sing the same song?

I'll just let folks go crazy with worry, with fretting;
  They are really quite funny to see.
It's not my concern, so what if I learn there's a storm
  Building up out at sea?
It happens at least once a month in the East;
  There are hurricanes, floods and high tides,
But not around here, we've had few storms this year,
  And I doubt this will be one of size."

Well, it started that night, Friday midnight saw light
  Snowflakes descending outside.
By Saturday morn the news people warned us,
  "A blizzard is coming!" they cried.
"The winds will be gusting to 70 miles, blowing
  Snow, ripping power lines down.
You'd better not leave your homes, or you'll freeze
  If you try to get into the town."

Hey, how did this happen?  I thought it was just
  A joke, a miscalculation.
We've not had a blizzard for 83 years;
  Could it be the dread horripilation?
Okay, I concede.  The omens are clear.
  It's time to prepare for the worst.
I'll need to find candles, fill jugs full of water,
  But what should I take care of first?"

Now everyone knows when it storms, when it snows
  That the worst thing to do is to panic.
And for sure it was true, readiness overdue
  Caused confusion, I bolted, I ran.  It
Was tense; it was scary; I searched in a hurry,
  But I couldn't locate the necessities.
And as furies galed, our power source failed,
  It was dark, and I prayed restless pleas.

Though it seems like spring will be following
  Soon after March begins.
The folks around here will bend your ear
  With a tale of hurricane winds.
The force of that gale through valley and dale
  Was unmatched in this century.
And I know it's true, 'cause my life came unglued
  In the blizzard of March, '93.