When the wind blows
it stirs my heart
with feather-light kisses about my ears
and a heavy-handed tug
on the edges of my coat.
I smell the storm coming.
My heart beats faster
with fear
and the excitement
of something pending.
My tussle with the elements
is never-ending.
For a time, kept at bay
then,
I sway.
I dig my heels in
waiting,
instead of
running inside for cover.
Even before I look up at the sky,
I can feel the purple heron hover.
I see it diving for cover
as the first drops start to swell….
well!
Hello, lover.
- by guest author Jessica Faleiro
Anish Vadhavaniya 