The tattered tent
Rooted rigorously
Lashed at length
By the sudden storm
Curved and creased
Dusty drunk
Still standing slyly
Snatching a second
Through the storm’s sheer strength
As a single spark
Of lightning lands
Bright and Belligerent
The scene is spun
And in a blink,
Bashed and blown
The tent is torn
And still continues the storm


  1. Ah storms…so many times I feel like we tend to forget the force of Mother Nature. I’s there..the knowledge..we hear about it in the news… doesn’t seem to stay with us..this feeling of being awestruck….does that make sense?

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