Village Idiot Publishing (C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
THE WEATHER PROPHET
The savage winds, of a West Texas winter day,
And the fear it puts in all.
It comes and goes, and nobody knows,
What torment it will bring.
Dealing with the mystery of the desert,
And it's ways,
What will tomorrow bring?
Is the question of the day?
They say there's snow for Thursday,
And maybe rain next week.
But today it's like a demon,
And the wind's in hyper rage.
Now a cowboy's day isn't lonely,
When the winds begin to howl.
He'll be struggling just to keep things
Tied down,
And that includes the cows.
So you can bet on a cowboy being honest,
And that's why him and nature get along.
But they don't take any pity,
On the homeless in West Texas,
It's God's way of saying, get a job.
But you can bet they'll be praying,
When they go home at night,
Because weather in West Texas, is a nightmare
And it has a way of settling the score.
Because a west Texas wind, can rip up a tree,
That's been there,
Since the beginning of time.
And a city slickers house,
Isn't any good for a heathen,
But to make him repent of his ways.
Now the snow won't last long,
Or so they hope anyway,
But it could come and stay for a while.
It could make them believe,
That Christian hell would freeze,
If the lord would just send it that way.
Now the spring time could bring something special,
Like a tornado, or a frost that won't leave,
And don't even think about summer,
Because 129 in the shade ain't no treat.
But that's just when their God's ticked off.
And fall could be worst,
Because a twister's like a jerk,
With an attitude that won't go away,
But all in all, it's really not so bad,
Or at least they like to think.
Because the only one who predicts weather
In West Texas,
Is a foreigner or a dam fool one.