Pent Up Anger

The howling wind interrupted my dreams, Some time in the early morn. It was a dark and moonless night, With a long time left till dawn. The roof it shook, the windows too, The doors it seemed did breathe, As Mother Nature's pent up force, once more was loosed the leash. I lay awake listening, in fear, and fascination, That such destructive forces can grow, To threaten the very fabric of a nation, From the gentle summer breezes we know, And trust as our true friends, When they conspire together for power, Then for many they deliver the end!