Storms and Storms



The sky is filling with boiling clouds

  sulphorous arrows

Sheets of cumulus blood roll down my window

    which magnifies and distorts this tumultous display

While I, in my civilized cave, am shielded

  from this elementary war.


Glass and wood keep me dry

Wood and stone keep me warm

Crackling flames keep me company.


I am well defended against these

The power-plays of Nature

Which dampen the windows of my home

But powerless against this storm

That is dampening the windows of my soul.