Cursing

The wind blows cold and hard Blowing dust and leaves in your face With the scent of rain to come Cold and wet and touch of ice Looking up and raising your fist Cursing the clouds and sky so dark Lighting flashes and thunder booms Rain begins fast and cold Wind blow the rain every where In eyes and ears and down your neck Wild with anger you shout again Cursing storm and cold of night Looking up and shaking fist Your foot slips and down you fall Lighting flashes and thunder roars Cold wind still blows Cold rain still falls