As one, wet merchants turn their eyes towards the west
Trade winds falter as if in dire consequence
Freezing fish to fry, fail to materialise
Christ-child, blood-warm current sends to touch the skies

El Niño

Bathing in uncertainty, another age
Seems to wing from TV screens in weather rage
Savage retribution makes for a headline feast
Planet-warming, opinion-forming headless beast

El Niño

Cold thrust tongue extends it's dark and watery touch
Forces gather, martial stand against the rush
Wily child in mischief here to make his play
Leaves toys for little sister on another day

El Niño