When the wind comes
And gently whispers
The walls of your house
They listen
As the rain falls
And sideways splatters
The rivers stand up
Fattened
Mellow a lullaby
Echoes in the sky
Unrooted trees
Your relatives fly
Then the wave rises
Wrath with no reason
The coast suffers
Anger season
The whispers of wind
Are howls to men
Wailing the heavens
Commend
The sun on the morrow
The ruins surveils
Walls dug hollow
Damp shades
Long lines gather,
disheveled robes
Tears torn asunder
Wind, gone
When the wind comes
And gently whispers
The walls of your house
They listen
I written this piece a year ago, after long conversations with a friend of mine about her experiences withstanding typhoons. Sadly enough, it's still relevant today - and it will be relevant in the future.
Typhoons are a seasonal weather phenomenon. I live in a part of the world free of them; I don't feel qualified to give you anything but the dictionary definition of the word. However, I can't help but think that we should raise awareness of the issue - especially given that they might be getting stronger due to climate change.
I can't properly express how bleak this feels to me, so make of that what you will.