Wild Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Channel 2 weather forecast,
Predicted a little storm.
I never believed it's magnitude.
The weather was very warm.


And now it caught speed,
Of a kind I knew.
It twirled the hair,
On the top of my head,
'How queer, ' I said.


The storm was mighty,
It blew bikes and buses around.
It blew in volumes and volumes,
Of crazy sound around.


I enjoyed this storm,
And my wet skin.
I was sad when it stopped,
It's rawness of wild wind.