The forceful winds rip and tear at the harmful fancies of humanity,
As if to sweep aside a pestilence that gnaws daily at the fabric of its skin.
Every gust bellows with ever louder protest and even more anger,
Then deluge storms to wash it clean.
Waves rock with swirling rage, and tempest winds spin wildly in furious confusion,
For pestilence is blight, and smite meets blight,
Scrub it cleansed it will and must.
Tsunami’s lift, and torrents roar,
To smash all humans from its shores,
These crappy stewards just serve themselves,
While planet suffers from broken trust.
Same indifference.
Neville Hunt 3 months ago
Blimey Michael, this puts Storm Isha in its place and no mistake!
Very powerful and has me rushing to get back under the duvet😱.
Michael Cunliffe 3 months ago
Ha ha ha. It's undoubtedly the best place to be in a storm.
I'm always mindful of many nights spent sleeping out in woodlands in my younger years. I don't know how I did it now!
Jocelyn is just winding up here as I type. Brrrrrrrrrr!