Weather Poem by Prabhakar Subramaniam

Something looked like coming to an end

When the weather turned personal

Though a storm named after a woman

Raged outside the window

Looking like wanting to lower

All monsoon rainfall records

Or even go on a tree-felling spree

Inside it was hot summer

Reaching for a cold shower

Sometimes the cyclone entered the head

When all was serene across the road

Left the subject cowering on the bed

It was a rush of seasons

As if the body was on fast-forward

Flashing through the dry, wet months

All in a day, tides shifting madly, hourly

Something looked like coming to an end

Something looked like fighting till the end.