Natures of Only a Few

Storm clouds drawing near, preceding skies of forecasted blue. Away with hopes of sunshine, reinstated- a grayish hue.
Cold blooded emerge, birds scurry to their nests, skies howl to life with rain, drought assumed to much needed rest.
Powerful enough is she, to grasp the providence of any man, she is the mother of all the nature, it rest also within her hands.
Vial can be her makeup, aside thrusting irate tides; her potential is unveiled, revealed- though only a few, of her masterly, veteran sides.
Fierce tantrums of her creation, capable of leaving volcanos to only bleed, atrocious winds deserving label, with tuition to take to heed.
Choice, vigor of plunder when she's primed with her fight or offerings of serenity, ushering a silken, starry night.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Great descriptions of nature and her multitude of effects. From serenity to utter destruction. I like the : Ushering a silken, starry night...:)............

[Kate H]

Thank you, I'm glad you liked. I stumbled with this one for a bit

[Sami Khalil]

K. You are welcome...:)..................