Storms
Storms
Bleak blacken storm clouds fast approaching,
Nature is angrily panting and fuming.
Self-righteously and passionately enraged,
the growing tempest now dominates center stage.
Dark and moody quite Machiavellian,
gusty strong winds start blasting in open rebellion;
and no sane human being dares to challenge this wrathful defiant hellion.
As furious Thor wields mighty Mjölnir, his fearsome hammer,
heat and cold energies collide in a turbulent manner.
Amid roaring thunder, vivid silver streaks of lightning, and heavy precipitation,
terrified, we cautiously peep through the shutters in utter fascination;
as winds smash and torrential rains pour, we stare at the frenzied destruction.
The storm has effortlessly uprooted skyscraper trees,
vengefully knocking towering buildings down to their very knees.
What an awful frightening sight!
When storms rage with all their might,
only Noah’s Ark would survive such a devastating plight.
Like a snail, time moves slowly when storms are around,
intent on wreaking havoc, they will firmly stand their ground.
But once nature’s energies and pent-up anger thankfully subsides,
storms will pass, and at last, we can safely venture outside.
06-29-2014
Contest: Storms
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Placement: 6th
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