Hurricane plodding on slowly,
snarling threats all the way
as stunned clouds open a lead
on it, race on ahead of it;
Tornado, that rabid dog
of a blowdown, breaking up
with sane weather
to fly along and bite all;
the weather gods
are not always
the gentlest of creatures
and they have ruled
longer than we have been
challenging them
and longer than we have even
been ourselves.
I place my faith in them
and them alone
for my understanding of
where we are going.

July 30th, 2015 at 12:34 am
Love this: Tornado, that rabid dog of a blow down, breaking up with sane weather….Great description..
Some months ago in Oklahoma City there were both a tornado and an earthquake on the same day in the same area. Run for your lives people!!!
July 15th, 2015 at 1:19 pm
Very apt form and metre for a poem about stormy weather 🙂 x x x
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