Norwester I Seasonal Vicious Squall
It was well past noon when I stepped out on the street
The sun blazed above and the tar squelched beneath my feet
No birds chirped nor eagle soared
As I waited in the heat for a bus to board
The roads were empty and the journey was fast
With another bus behind, doggedly trying to speed past
Vying for passengers though only a few were about
The heat restricted movement –of that there was no doubt!
The sky had darkened when I got off the bus
The wind was cooling and blew in gusts
Gathering scraps of refuse in swirling dusty piles
Scattering them again with the wilfulness of a child’s
The sun was shrouded and dark clouds now ruled
The change was pleasant, the weather had also cooled
I knew a storm was brewing, but not how long I had
To cover the open distance to where we lived with dad
At that point in time there seemed no sense in hurrying
A pleasant walk was favoured to an insane scurrying
I had a mile to cover – home was thus far
A fifteen minute walk or a couple of minutes by car
At the end of the road, I turned right
A canopy of thick foliage shielded the dusky light
Garlanding a square lake with waters, now dark
And two tiny islands amidst, all part of a park
The air, here, was thick with the raucous cawing of crows
Where colonies nested and now lined the branches in rows
In this pristine oasis amid the city’s noxious fumes
Nature reigns unfettered in her many-hued plumes
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