The Coming Storm

My thoughts watching the storm last night

Through my window, I see the coming storm,
A giant grey mass rolling with destruction
Her howling is heard for miles, her voice terrifying,
even the trees bend to her will
With a sudden boom, she announces her arrival.
Her rain falls like a curtain blurring the horizon,
it pummels the ground; crops destroyed.
Giant flashes of light send us hiding.
Her rein is fierce, she rules without mercy.
We are all her subjects, quivering in her presence. 
Fear makes us obey.  We hide from her sight,
but we want to see, mesmerized by her strength. 
No structure built by man can stand against her.
Those who try are mercilessly destroyed,
their pieces sent drifting on the sea
a reminder to the rest not to test her will.
When she leaves it is sudden.
The sky holds no trace of her existence.
The earth is scattered with her prey.

Reviews

[Gaia Octavia]

I really like this. You hit on many things about tornadoes in this. The fear and the fascination, wanting to see the awe inspiring sight of it, how we think we are powerful until mother nature says, "actually..." And the way they just dissipate as if they were never there except for the "scattered prey" it leaves behind: vehicles, trees, animals, buildings, and humans alike. Great imagery. Very well done!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

there is no defense against storms or natural disasters...they do their work as they will...and we are left, recovering...

and bowing to her power, time and again.

j.

[James]

No there is no defense, but sometimes we just get reminded.

Thanks for reading