Weather Woes Poem by Aminath Neena

Weather, these days seems
As if he is the Referee in a fist fight
Rather a tug of war is how it feels
Among the duo of nature's flight

It all started clearly a fortnight ago
When the sun's rays and the rain drops
Had a clash of an icy war ego
Both exhibiting the silent scoffs

Playing nautical ambush on each other
Between them Grandpa Weather is at crossfire
Cockeyed old man that cannot decide further
If he should show space to his son's blazon fire

Or permit his daughter's tears, to take control
What a gloomy twisted knack of fate it is, after all