Hooligan Child

The wind today is a hooligan child
Rip roaring up and down town
Driving the manicured gardens wild
And pulling the prim sunshades down
He chuckles at hats and brollies aleap
And clutches his belly in mirth
Rudely wakens old men from their walking sleep
To run now for all they are worth
The raindrops it carries are plumptious and bold
And they bounce on the gutters and roofs
Turning a warm summer’s day dark and cold
Rocking trees like an old rotten tooth
The wind today is a tantruming brat
Throwing teddies and toys from his pram
Whose bellowing breath pushes garden gates flat
As he shouts ‘Look at me. Here I am.’
The wind today is a mad politician
Abusing his power just for fun
Arousing dislike and inserting suspicion
Leaves chaos behind when he’s done

Jane Jago