The speed with which it funnels into the sky
******* down to earth the torrents
that reached heaven
through oceans, mountains of majesty
and mists of mystery
now tearing down like a scythe
cutting pathways through manicured towns
and always aiming for stadiums of gathered people
the storm presses its anger
into the psyche of the sacred scared.

Here for a moment
grey willed and dense swirling
in a hula- hoop of swinging hips
dervish twisting
settling, unsettling
Gone suddenly.

Pick up the pieces
and wait for next seasons moods.
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