Tempest Poem by Mary Champion

Roaring, raging, rattling windows,
timbers shudder as the wind blows.
Howling like a wounded demon,
whipping waves into a passion,
battered bateaux overturning -
accessory to death by drowning.
Angry seas break on the shoreline,
yachts and rowboats lose their mooring,
tiles dislodged and trees blown over,
fences fall and grasses cower.
Doors unfastened wildly clatter
till their hinges fail and shatter.
Sometimes coiled into a funnel
forming a destructive tunnel,
winding serpent carves its alley
smashing all that's in its pathway.
Lashing raindrops burn like buckshot -
water - chattel of the despot.
Bully wind you bring destruction,
all must bend to your instruction,
Man, for all his lordly hauteur,
knows he cannot conquer nature.