The Mother and Father of a storm
Crashed and flashed right on till dawn.
Floods and mudslides? Can it be
Belgium’s being washed out to sea?
Thunderous rain, roofs washed clean
This morning all was bright and green
Down in the south – on red alert
Uprooted trees – some people hurt.
A band of rain? A wave more like
Soaking everything in sight
Outside are deep pools in the road
And pebbles scattered like Morse code.
When Nature stirs, her voice is loud
Lightening thrusts through every cloud
Man thinks he rules – but that is daft
How the Elements have laughed!
(c) Poet in the woods 2014