Unapologetic Weather

by Parizo Van Thulare Ohh! poor stratosphere Your are no longer clear as you used to be too much fear ,not feeling safe as we used to be One minute you roar The next 60 minutes you are rare What have we done to you? This days you have changed I can see by your looks You are starring at us like crooks You have turned weather broadcasting machines into fools They roll like a needle in a wool For How long do we have to sleep starring at the roofs ? Somedays you send heat to skin us live Sometimes you send these unapologetic storms to bury us alive No weatherforcast knows your pattern As confused we are , We are just waiting to see what will happen Taking us all won't help Have Mercy , there are far more things to dwell