I love this graphic and the poem within it. I distrust his waspitality, too! They start bad in our area very shortly. I am scared to death of them! I run fast if I spot one!
Nature’s Rage
Amid the raging night the winds rip past
hard rains and howling rage come on fast
Etched across an ebony sky sears pure light
and we jump at the blast of thunder’s might
The roaring of Nature’s rage is loud and wet
and the wind sings of things yet long to set
We cringe as Nature vents her wrath and pain
in this turbulent flow now become so insane.
In this turmoil we are as rain soaked kittens weak
shaking in the moments of sudden silence we seek
The storm rages on and we wait to see if we make it
fearful of the reality of how small we are a bit