the storm season is here
it is only a matter of time
thunderheads bloom and drift
in the overheated air
the tourists ask
does it rain here every day
I tell them every other
but only for three months
I give the advice I was given
many years ago
go to the beach anyway
and if it rains take shelter
this is the storm season
pop up showers are nothing
heed the gulf monsters
watch what lurks off Africa
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is the storm season pop up showers are nothing heed the gulf monsters watch what lurks off Africa You made it so palpable by this stanza.Beautiful.