In My Way 2026

Perfect!

Perfect!
Bodhisattwa Parekh




Rosy breathes out a soft sigh.
The air maintains calmness.


She doesn't ask for storms.
But a thunderstorm with lightning begins.
Her gift is quiet, the calmness.


A worried brow across the street,
Seeing dust wrapping everything.


Rosy closes her eyes.
Pictures a gentle mist,
The sun is warm, a steady friend!


A perfect breeze wanders away.
Approaching the drooping flowers upright.
The frown becomes softened.
She thanks God for the wind's breathing.

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Prompt ▶︎

Write a poem or story in which someone has a superpower related to the weather.
What is the power and how does the person use it?