The Weatherman

I moved into a city
And met the weatherman
He told of forecasts full of sun
And beauty filled the land

I asked him if this was the norm
Skies cloudless, bright and blue
He told me before I arrived
That seven storms passed through

And as I walked, surveying land
That seven storms had hit
I feared ominous patterns
Weathermen wouldn't admit

Still this land had potential
With bad weather aside
After some reconstruction
In this place, I'd abide

One day while toiling on the ground
The sun could not be seen
I called the weatherman up quick
To see what this could mean

With signs of storm still closing in
He said don't be alarmed
The sky will clear up soon enough
And no land will be harmed

And as the sky still darkened
The violent storm approached
The horizon took an evil form
The devil couldn't have coached

My faith in him was waning
I'd met weathermen before
It started lightly raining
The lands beauty faded more

And harder still it fell and fell
He told me it'd soon pass
But all my doubts were backed up by
Wrong forecasts he'd amassed

Still this land had potential
With bad weather aside
After some reconstruction
In this place, I'd abide

Trying to find my sanity
In the wake of the storm...
Can't seem to break this feeling
I've been here before...