Due to the recent stormy weather, Jacksonville has turned into “Overreactionville,” a new nickname for the River City that I just recently read on one particular social network. I, like most others (except those three teenagers that were trying to row a boat in an overflowing ditch on Philips Highway) have spent most of the last few days indoors. I finally was able to go back to my Riverside apartment this morning only to have to leave again a few hours later due to the warnings of flash flooding. Okay okay, so there was flooding in Riverside. Maybe it was a good idea that I left. But come on now.

I am a person who loves to be out and about, so this stint of rainy hibernation is making me a little crazy. All rain and no play makes Katie a really, really bored girl. But thank goodness for the electricity at my parent’s house and this old, but very functional laptop that allows me to write my blog this week.

So for Fay, the dame that has drenched our city, I dedicate this elementary, yet fitting poem. Swell.

Fay, Fay, go away.
I’d rather you not come back another day.

My driveway’s flooded.
There’s trees laying in the streets.
Debris is all around,
All from some rain that came down in sheets.

I haven’t slept in my own bed
For what will soon be the third night.
The couch here just isn’t the same,
Head home in this weather? I might, I might.

It’s difficult being in this marathon thunderstorm.
I’m really missing the gym, my computer, my cat.
But it could be worse, you know,
At least I’m inside and not in all that…rain.

But like all things,
This too shall pass,
But great googly moogly,
This “hurricane” sure isn’t going fast.

Okay, so maybe that poem was lame, but it is a testament to how this weather and my extreme case of cabin fever has stifled my creativity.

I hope everybody stays safe and dry, and has at least some board games at their house. Till next time Jacksonville…