Two poems I read today: Cancer Weather by Dilruba Ahmed and Little Hell by Chelsea Dingman. Seems to be a theme here.
Storm Imogen is coming as if storm Henry wasn't enough. We've been issued with an orange warning and we can expect winds up to 65 to 75 km/h with gusts of 100 to 120 km/h. Fun stuff! Apparently the public come up with the names. I can't remember when I last heard of so many storms. When I get introduced to one and I'm just getting to know good ol' Barney he leaves and a host of others take his place. Why doesn't one of them just stick around for good?