Whirlwinds Poem by Naveed Akram

The rain petered out after days,
Suddenly the rain began always.
The fashion of the club we call the nation
Was a fashion of rain, rain and erosion.
The sea filled by the rain began again
To beat at the walls of the Englishmen.
The doors thoroughly shut,
Were now open for the very accurate:
The showers pleased my soul
Like agony and pleasure in a mixed role.
Rains blow with the winds,
They never finish when whirlwinds.