Turbulent Playground

              Turbulent Playground

A bully you are with your flash and rumbling,

Strategic sounds of roar,

Chasing all of those whom dare oppose you,

Aggressively too their door.

The earth as it has come to be known feverantly,

As your own play ground,

Boundaries of unleashed bottled up containment,

Maliciously nowhere to be found.

Explosions of light flared amazement,

As you boast your crackling sounds

Your will be done, yes the rain will come,

And with immense warning come pouring down.

Your distance of travel, to many menial,

As you wonder from mile to mile.

Each eruption of your plotted movement,

Gives birth to lights of a new child.

Unlike stones, instead immense boulders,

You take full control of our plains,

With speed you battle straight forward,

As though, collisions of derailed trains.

Your answers privileged to no one,

And your questions again go unexplained.

Avenues of pure and tense self destruction,

Be your ultimate claim to all fame.

Though my window be my looking glass,

Hide behind I uneasily I may.

No one can command your uninterrupted visit,

As you challenge all night and day.

We scatter with fear, as you approach us,

Burrowing like feathered birds of prey.

Your approach be, that of destructive vengeance,

With luminous clouds of black/grey.

Your many tears you cry are not of sorrow,

But present them loudly you display.

Thrusting of your head, back and forward,

Dispursement of wet waters at play.

Respect your command as we run and coward,

Behind closed and vulnerable doors.

At times, you are so violent in all nature,

We make haste for concealment on floors.

When all you do is through and birds of prey,

Sounds alarm that you have gone,

Dawn your door; thank our (God) once again,

That you have left us alone.

If you are one of the luckiest few to suffice,

When on this playground starts he to roam,

There’s nothing more to be cherished,

That he has spared your happy home.

                         Jim

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