Mother Nature strides her World,
No curtains no stage, audience imagined.
A wave of her hand,
A nod of her head,
Weather pattern, humans dread.
Lives are lost for what reason?
Rain and wind sent for lessons.
Warning given, time to shelter,
Laughter at the places chosen.
Rising tides, flooding rivers,
Water unstoppable, even in trickles,
Wind destroys unmovable obstacles.
Sounds sent to destroy the senses,
Calm returns to scenes of destruction,
Why does it happen?
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