The storm seemed
to run out of breath
rested on a roof a bit
and catching me
observing it
gathered itself up
found its second wind
and flew at me
in a fury.
It snatched my hat
and ran off with it
thinking it
was funny.
I didn’t think it was
funny.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tell me why...oh, why oh why-o did I just seem to know-o there would be a poem Lurking, lurking, just waiting for the sudden breeze to blow it in...