The world went flying
Up and about
Typhoons in Taiwan
And hurricanes in Maine
While there, in Kowloon,
She stayed
Giggling at the windowpanes
Soaring past her head
The sky astorm
With red wine rain
But still she hails
Some more.
Moar, moar, she cackles
As the tempest raged on
Clearing a spot of silence
In her head.



Words given: typhoon, moar, wine