An atmospheric river, says the news.
My mother, brother, buddies second that.
If I were you I’d stay home, they enthuse,
but I’m determined I will venture out.
The bus and train are running – I can use
them and my feet to visit some I love.
I’m old but I’m still able to refuse
the cautions that deflate. I’m laughing at
alerts, and I’ll come home without a bruise.