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Funny how hurricanes have names
she said as she stared out the window,
dark clouds rolling in.
It’s always old-timey ones like
Irma or Harvey or Florence –
never someone you know like Josh or Steve.
I mean, can you imagine a hurricane named Steve?
I laughed as I rolled onto my side, admiring her shape
still taut after all this time.
Hurricane Dave has been upgraded to a category four
as it whips up the Florida coast.
I wondered why they don’t give names to tornados or earthquakes,
surely they've got something to shout.
Get over here and I’ll give you an earthquake you can name, I said.
Rolling her eyes, she cracked a smile
but didn’t move an inch.
Female storms always cause
the most damage.