By S. Bhandari
When the clouds rumbled,
I hoped it was sunny where you lived.
When the ground began to shake,
I hoped your haven was still upright.
When the wind began to take control,
I hoped your shirts were still on the clothesline.
When the power went off,
I hoped your supper was still a warm delight.
When the snow started falling,
I hoped your blankets were still dry,
they never were,
and I had no way of