From the mountaintops down thru valleys.
Excited, full of nature’s fury.
Flowing from west to east.
Like breath from a giant beast.
Whirling, -
Whipping - all- To and fro.
I feel helpless.
And completely amazed.
With this fabulous creature.
Which must be crazed.
Hear the whistle.
Listen to the wail.
A 60 - mile per hour - gale.
cecil hickman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/storm-5/
