February Haiku

Cold wind rushes past

As girls clutch their umbrellas.

Shops sell summer shorts.

The Storm

The storm,

Of which my eyes could see,

Was large and fierce

And frightened me.

It raged for days

With no reprieve,

It kept us trapped,

We feared to leave.

Then all at once

It went away.

The storm was gone,

Hip hip hooray!