No, sorry, but it’s still too cold
to go out sailing in the morning.
And the weather forecast told
us a thunderstorm was warning.
The sea looks treacherously still,
the sky brews heavy cloud,
suggesting soon extreme ill will
to burst with thunder loud.
So the sailor waives his trip,
secures the hatches, reads a book,
enjoys the wind shaking the ship
and somewhen later risks a look.