That eye of the storm 💙

Thrusting you forward when not a single soul is around 

Where my roaring rage is louder than any dog barking hound

Though my invisibility is obvious so I am never to be found.. 

That woe begotten wind, worrying and wild

So dramatic and disturbing through the eyes of a child

And my moodiness maddens making me a raging, ragged riled

Yet on that turn of a tide I may modify to a mellow yellow mild..

Yon howling hooley through that eye of the storm

Always erratic and never, ever uniform

When my unpredictability challenges Mother natures norm