Windrush

In a world where 
Winds rush
Across the globe
Tornadoes spin across the Atlantic
Whirl with centrifugal force
The jet-stream snakes
An arch of white
And black meets white 
And white meets black 
Colours that merge 
Against the brilliance of
The western sky
A painted picture of gloss
Over a stained undercoat
Smart suits and cases 
Tell the narrative
A thousand hopes
Of streets paved in gold
Turn to monochrome
And a darker story
That’s black and white
unfolds
uncomfortably
And the grey skies darken 
And rain falls
On the sodden ground
As winds rush
Across the Atlantic 
And tornados spin 
Back home