God The Meteorologist (Sister V)

Anticipating you to call
Say, what’s going wrong?
How is the weather? What’s got into mother?
Meteorologist God
Gives us grace and lucky stars
To bet upon
Drinking together, missing our brother
Maybe both the bad and good die young

Sleeping ocean still as glass
Let your mind relax
What makes the world turn? Why did he leave her?
It’s economical as
People long for what they lack
‘Til their hearts bleed black
Affection deferred is not always returned
Be careful who you let yourself love back