The Drunken Wind Poem by Tony Adah

On this day
Men sane as they were seen
Making merriment
The drunken wind staggered
In the strong echo of thunder
And he swift glare of lightning
And overwhelmed our pale efforts
At stopping a storm and thunderbolt.

The sky grumbled, frowned
And flashed a lightning
To see its way to meet us
Down upon our dear earth

And we greeted it with tears
On its arrival and we gave it names
Still no one could still it
In its vented anger
Taking in its wake electric poles
Houses and fences allowing
The flood to give the earth its bath
And we gave it names.