Wind and Rain
Are in the frame.
Wind and rain are in the frame
I can feel the pressure sliding
A windstorm is now the norm
We’re in for another hiding.
I walk and talk and calculate
The bare necessities
A candle gas and snacks en masse
Mother nature’s recipes.
I’m wacky wild and windy too
And just love to perform
I flood the creeks my voice shrieks
I’m your whirling windstorm.
I whip the seas cough and sneeze
Lift and levitate the leafs
Trees are broken by bravado
Till the low-pressure leaves.
I leave a trail of destruction
Floods damage and power out
I spread horror and havoc
That’s what I’m all about.
Wild weather is the forecast
For the next twenty-four hours
Followed by widespread flooding
Then two days of showers.
I’m a wild and wacky whirligig
There’s no time to relax
I’m the wild windstorm
Leaving turmoil in my tracks.
©
David Rudder
2023
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