Moody Mother Nature

All night long the wind kept me awake as it shook the sycamore tree and the branches did break, tearing it’s timber with a tremendous sound, scattering the debris all over the ground.. I heard clattering bangs from my garden outside as I tucked my head under my duvet to hide

All through the darkness and all through the night the sheer strength of the storminess kept up it’s fight, never pausing it’s passion to cause panic and pain as it pounded wickedness of wax and wane..boisterously blowing and changing directions like an absolute antagonist with angry affections..as I lie on my bed at the crack of the dawn, lacking in shut eye I stretch and I yawn..yet still the storm sounds out it’s raging roars rattling my windows and creaking the doors

How much longer will this tempest last ? from Mother Nature’s moody aghast..something or somebody has rattled her cage and troubled her temper to rant and to rage..whilst there is nothing that us mere mortals can do but wait till she runs out of steam in her stew..as sure as the night shall turn to day, eventually the storm will cease it’s dismay..leaving a medley of mess from it’s fate,  such a scarey, sadistic sickening state