My radar forecasts an impending squall with accompanying sound emanation. Whether it’s a mere blip of a noise, or a trumpeting crescendo, my ears are attuned.
The blustery manifestation creeps insidiously around the crowded room before becoming the centre of awareness. I relish its breezy ingress.
Rising pressure builds demanding immediate release…liberty is granted.
Who’s played havoc with the airflow? I keep a poker face while other’s nostrils quiver.
Covert faces seek out the culprit; the dog cowers away from accusing glares and slinks away.
I’m a meteorologist…but I don’t issue weather alerts for my gaseous wind
The blustery manifestation creeps insidiously around the crowded room before becoming the centre of awareness. I relish its breezy ingress.
Rising pressure builds demanding immediate release…liberty is granted.
Who’s played havoc with the airflow? I keep a poker face while other’s nostrils quiver.
Covert faces seek out the culprit; the dog cowers away from accusing glares and slinks away.
I’m a meteorologist…but I don’t issue weather alerts for my gaseous wind
