Mad Mother Nature

She moves with some uncertainty blowing out her breeze
Her cheeks are bloated and bulging as she puffs ill icy freeze
Such a devil in disguise is our Mother nature, a treasonistic turncoat, a conspirator creature
Earth stands hard as iron at her beck and call, it all depends upon her mood that day of the rise and fall, she is so temperamental just like her unpredictable weather, infact that frame of mind of her’s has frustrated feelings all together

And yes she can charm the socks right off humanity as her beautiful, big yellow ball beams but then is that her plea for insanity ?
You see our Dame Mother has too many faces and all of which are double-sided differential head cases . She woos us with her wonderment bewitchingly bright, illuminating Mr Moon in the darkness of the night . Then as day dawns Mr Moon has disappeared behind her cumulus clouds that she has scattered and smeared

Eeh that fiesty female cannot make up her muddled-up mind, her mood swings are unbearable, Mad Mother nature you are one of a kind . But just for one second do you ever stop to think ? Pause for reflection, inhale and blink . Before you throw those thunder bolts and lightening across your sky, pouring, pelting ponderous dripdrops when all your land is dry . Showers of rain are welcome they give us heat relief but those stormful of savage, self-destructiveness
beggars one’s belief