Thunder echoes.
Flashes through billions
Of hailstones smashing against
Trees, leaving clouds of
Crushed leaves hanging, slowly
Blending into the chaos of
Angry weather, then: Nothing.
I worry for my windows,
Pounded with ice and shaking
From relentless thunder.
Nature, now, is an angry
Woman,
Child, heirloom or love stolen.
Furious fire, skies dark with a
Thousand wings.
Drop your swords and run,
Men. Your homes are in
Flames. Your armours as
Useless as your wet pairs of
Long johns.
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 2:38 PM UTC
Thunder echoes.
Flashes through billions
Of hailstones smashing against
Trees, leaving clouds of
Crushed leaves hanging, slowly
Blending into the chaos of
Angry weather, then: Nothing.
I worry for my windows,
Pounded with ice and shaking
From relentless thunder.
Nature, now, is an angry
Woman,
Child, heirloom or love stolen.
Furious fire, skies dark with a
Thousand wings.
Drop your swords and run,
Men. Your homes are in
Flames. Your armours as
Useless as your wet pairs of
Long johns.
