red sky in the morning

which way the roads turn is hard to know
the hill seems far away then not so far
change direction slightly and things jar
still the pace of life is steady and slow
as people wait in fear the hammerblow
of storm that will so many good deeds mar
the calm still moment seems just so bizarre
what people really feel they will not show
the news is good no storm just pelting rain
roads turn to rivers and some trees will fall
but nothing like the breeze in fullest wrath
what fills the hopeful and expectant brain
is gladness that no bereft ones will bawl
this time the hurricane's taken another path