ALLEGORY Poem: The Weather, by Emeline Mannix

I have nothing against the weather

We have a lot in common

I want to be like the weather
I don’t want to be pretty and put together,
I want to be strong like the storms,
Not worrying if it conforms
the weather perfectly performs

But I hate the weather sometimes.
The way it doesn’t care what others think,
The way it pushes boundaries to the brink
How it’s bold, it’s brave
The weather paves its own way

And I hate how I can’t.
How in this world so big I feel like an ant
All the words I chant
All redacted, retracted because I just can’t

In reality the weather is not bound by morality,
Instead we hide behind our formalities to hide our mortality

But we’re so similar, the weather and I
Called such shallow words that are supposed to make us feel high
But in the end we just say goodbye to the lies as we cry

We have a lot in common: the weather and I.