Storm’s Anger

Angry full of hate a storm surges forth.
Blows from its mouth a whipping frenzy wind
As gusts so high trees quake beneath their weight.
Tears of frustration rain mightily upon the ground.
Pools of water continue to dampen the storm’s mood all around.
With its mighty arm the storm rips branches from trees
Throwing them angrily on the ground for all to see.
What darkens the mood so fiercely
That a storm vents its anger for the entire world to see.
Is it angry clouds fighting among each other
That cause the wake of the storm to swell
That nothing will escape the wrath of a destructive angry storm
Until only mother nature can soothes an angry storm’s soul.


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