WEATHER

A bright afternoon,
Soothing breeze,
Stilting with ease,
Light like a feather
Like a staccato dancer
Then like a she on menses
Her mood swings
Her face puffs up,
Turns angry and gray
Her bowels ramble
Contorting,
Maybe pain or pleasure
She will cry,
Heavy tears
Full of hiccups and halts
People caught unaware,
Run all over,
Like beheaded chicken
Then she will clear her throat
It is over!!!
She smiles,
Her radiance brightens
She smiles till it hurts,
Her shine hits so hard
People will complain
And profusely sweat
Weather is her name,
I know it’s a she
She will come up in small talks,
At the bus stops,
Between strangers
Stories about her tears
About her smile
About her stubbornness
And MIND swings
But her, she cares not
Whether you sneer,
Or curse,
It is her; that’s what she is….
Wish our hearts would be like her
Unchanged by what is said behind our backs.