Weather Feelings Poem by Didier Sixte Kahungu

If my heart ever taught me a thing...
Feelings like the weather shake
The sons of wise men don't bet on it

You know their might when they rain
Not by cloud or silver lining will they speak their utterance or sound their trumpets

You feel their wrath when they storm
Not by cumulonimbus will their itinerary be traced
Nostradamus will fail it
The old book knows winds
That it goes where His nose blows

Woe to those at the mercy of a bad weatherman
That makes men reach out for umbrella in springs' tender rays
For they plant seed at the falling of snow expecting drops of water
They seek shelter from a breeze
When to God its a sneeze

Woe to the attentive ear
That leans to its roaring
It is as a man mindful of time in the race against wind