Sonnet Three

Blowing of thy wind extreme.
Ships of men avert thy course.
Power of thine wind supreme.
To face this day his mighty force.
The rain will fall in vengeful scorn.
Forceful wind blew sunshine out.
Stormy life left men forlorn.
Thy wind and rain thy face do clout.
The glass of mine protection.
Feeding me thy draft.
Leaving feelings only of sour abjection.
And that wind she only laughed.
Amidst our world so very wet once so very hot.
Our sodden lands as now they are should ne’er be forgot.





By ladylivvi1

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