Blow winds blow 💨

Blow winds blow way up high, changing yon clouds across the sky.. manoeuvring air in a measurable motion, as grey hues saturate Mother Earth’s ocean.. Oh what a colourful picture you paint on the land, from your wizened weathered will under God’s command

Whilst we are at her mercy from  power and  sheer strength, Mother Nature’s wisdom within her arms length, she cares not what she sends, yet she shall send if she cares, stormy tempests with dismal death-threatening awares..rolling, rocking the landscape below, boisterously battering our world that we know..like mankind in a maddened moment of moods, this muscular, mighty Mother of erratic attitudes