Weathergirl

Inspiration came suddenly, and without warning.
It blew in overnight, buoyed by insistent winds.
It fell, thick and swirling,
covering the rooftops and the windows,
cancelling school.

Can I turn on the TV and see if there is
a weather report for it?
If it is moving in in fronts
and from what direction.
It dropped from nowhere.

Little triangles and swirly signs on
a topographical map,
it came to bury me, it came to carry me.