Sep 04, 2011 20:07
Freaks Of Nature
(September 4, 2011)
Wind rushes in
Without a thought to breeze by,
Pushing and shoving the air like
Nature’s bully.
Then the clouds arrive.
Grey, fat, turning black
Like a sick bruise,
Darker and darker they get.
Wind howls, temperature drops,
Powerful thunder ripples downs the valley
As it echoes off mountain rock
To end in a soft rumble
Lightning strikes without mercy,
Flashing, smashing into the earth
With painful force, horrible heat,
Decimation and destruction left behind.
The rain pours in to fill the gaps,
Splashing into the earth;
Pelting it, turning dry dust and clay
Into red mud that runs.
Umbrellas out and about
As the wind whips pretty hair into problems,
Rain boots burdened by the Tennessee mud
As the people curse these freak storms.
-M.R.H.
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