As a title for this new poetry collection, author, critic and broadcaster Cath Kenneally has borrowed the name of a meteorological phenomenon, which nicely suggests her yo-yo-ing between hemispheres over several years to visit expat children in London. These poems reflect on travel, on staying at home, on the passing of time, and on our afflicted world. Both tough and gentle, nostalgic and sharply political, Kenneally's work is enlivened by flashes of gallows humour.