In the land of fiction, women are too often cast as inherently good - typically kind, always considerate, and traditionally in possession of high morals. Not so in the recklessly audacious stories in Waiting for the Cyclone. These women don’t need to be liked, do not comply to set expectations, and are not compelled to make apologies. These women are perfectly imperfect. A collection of short stories that behaves much like the weather pattern it was named for, Waiting for the Cyclone is at times fast and reckless and at others, calm yet under high pressure.