The couple made a living by making
weather forecasts, predicting the odds
of a storm. They say typhoons were named
after women and their changing moods. 
They say nothing about the man and his anger,
how he would beat his wife one moment
then tell her to come to bed the next,
or how her bruises turn many colors
before they'd fade and stop hurting.
As soon as she goes to their neighbors
for shelter, the apologies come raining,
their love a series of fits and starts.
Typhoons were named after women
for this kind of pain, unknowable
and unseen except to themselves,
and those who know the signs.