Of highways and khamseens - a poem

We’re all in a fluster
All dusty and depressed
And it’s all about the weather
And some of the rest …

Overcaste and dreary
A blanket of dust
Will somebody please help us
Clear up this mess …?

Cars don’t work,
hair is a tangle;
The heaven’s above
must be spring cleaning a bundle!

Roads closed down south
And up north too,
Hope hubby’s okay
Along the Desert Highway!

It certainly doesn’t help
With construction and its commotion;
Please keep the trees
For oxygen and protection!

Mother nature in her wisdom
Sent the khamseen along;
A message on the wind
Of an ominous storm?

J