Storm
A cyclone forms, this tornado scorns
A near-by village retreat.
Frightening to see.
Rain drops pound like drums,
whistling winds, sounds of a tambourine.
Striking distant lightening,
a fierce fear rapidly heightening.
I can't control my shaking hands..
It's cold,
shivering in mother natures
chilling submission hold.
Dark clouds twist into satanic forms.
Like that demonic figure,
with tremendous horns.
It is freezing cold now,
as this storm unfolds.
Boulder size hail is born,
I sit and video tape natures ****.
This storm rapes, vigorously.
This near-by village retreat.
Jared Pickett
11/4/09
Asavvy1
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