Editor’s note: Vera Sidhwa is a local published poet. If you have a poem to contribute to the Poetry Corner, email it to newsroom@localnewspapers.org.
Channel 2 weather forecast,
Predicted a little storm.
I never believed its magnitude.
The weather was very warm.
And now it caught speed,
Of a kind I knew.
It twirled the hair,
On the top of my head,
“How queer,” I said.
The storm was mighty,
It blew bikes and buses around.
It blew in volumes and volumes,
Of crazy sound around.
I enjoyed this storm,
And my wet skin.
I was sad when it stopped
Its rawness of wild wind.
