The Storm

The fury of the storm, it comes God’s rage, it seems to some Thunder, hail and strong winds too The earth quakes beneath our shoes Fire burns, the wind strips bare The blizzard weaves its frozen snare And man cannot forget the sea’s Within calm waters is hidden fury Nature’s wrath knows no restraint Destruction is the storm’s paint Tumultuous, thunderous sounds to pick The tune, the storm’s melodious music To man it gives, small signs to detect To which, would be wise to heed and respect Or else it won’t just be land, battered and torn For man will seem to embrace the storm