Windy Sun Poem by samuel nze

The weather is like
Two enemies fighting
One hot and passionate
The other cold and longing
The former is a chum of the sun
The latter a friend of the wind
Each invites his crony
To a symposium
Blow the wind
Blow long and hard
Shine the sun
Shine bright and splendid
Who will outwit the other?
We simply change our dress code
To applaud them
When the sun gains the upper hand
We wear singlets
And bathe seven times
Like leprous Naaman
But when the wind wins
We wear coats
And avoid the water
Like a dressed damsel
On the beach.