Manyi's Poem

That night                                               

The rain                                                                   

splatters across her window

a memory flashes

like a punishment

A tree cuts through

like an intruder,

rummaging through the house

trashing and throwing

She hears

trees thrash

having a tantrum,

while wind bolts through the streets

The wind squeals

whines,

screams at people on the street

Whilst for her

wind gushes across,

lashes across,

whipping

Street lamps,

flash out, no lights

the force of wind

curves the metal

This is what

her memory brings

as she looks out the window

By Manyi Ma