Typhoon

Typhoon drowns

Lashing sounds

Coming at my window

All curled up

Won’t wake up

And see what is outside

Mud and rain,

Puddles again

I can’t walk down the stairs.

So much water

Wet slaughter

My crops have been smothered

Shovel and clean

Does it mean

We push through and survive?

Heavy winds,

Clattering dim

I hope my house is strong.

Fingers crossed

Wrapped up warm

I’m counting till it’s gone.

© Leonora Sophie