GloPoWriMo 2019: 10/30

Today’s prompt challenges me to write a poem that starts from a regional phrase, particularly one to describe a weather phenomenon.

Extreme Temperatures

I cried to mum,
Not specifying what I couldn’t do,
Or why I couldn’t do it,
Just stating that it couldn’t be done,
And so, depending on circumstance,
My mother whipped up Rooh Afza,
We turned on the AC in my room and closed the door,
Or, ended up with a razai over our entire bodies,
Watching TV,
It befuddled me, because,
I had said nothing could be done,
But things had happened,
The weather hadn’t won.

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