Obviously, my sister did not see this poem before she died but I think she would have liked it.
My sister called them the weather terrorists
She’d rail at how
They’d whip us into a frenzy
Last night the wind shifted.
Yesterday, the lazy air from the Gulf
Drifted around my neighborhood
Lounged with damp fingers on the flagstones.
A sweaty dame on a chaise lounge
too bored to get up and leave.