There's a storm coming.
They talked about it on the news today. They were very calm. Softly-spoken voices describing how the water is going to rise over my head, how the winds will topple my shelter, how I will be washed away.
But we just have to carry on.
There's a storm coming.
It got brought up at work.
People said they don't agree with it; that they'd like the storm to divert course. Maybe it could find some other people to drown. They talked about how terrible it will be to have to step over water-logged corpses.
But the conversation moved on; there's more important things to worry about. Quarterly returns are down, you know?
There's a storm coming.
It's all over social media.
The guys who run it are excited. They've got fancy new boats so they can go fishing in the flood. They're knocking holes in the dams and fencing off all the high ground. I tried to ask them why they're doing this.
But they couldn't hear me over the wind.
Because there's a storm coming.
And it's going to blow us all down.