Nature rises like a terminator in action

Rivers, gutters, puddles hastens the flow

Beating rocks , thumping waters speak

 Renewed energy  awaken passion fierce

The clouds go nasty and burst free

Galloping waters swell with pride ,

Amazing gut devour  one and all

Statues in temples and churches go

Creatures, homes , and motors whole

 Make paper boats of fallen trees  

Tumble into streams to become driftwood

Like the Midas touch turned his girl to metal

Sacks of cement now turned to stone

Ransack homes and stored grains destroy

 What  comes across, it pulls  in its folds

 A game of warfare, soaks in blood, all that is dry

The life giving source turns for the kill

Threaten the  powers of the good and the holy

For this demeaning drama of a devil’s dance

 Fathom  scale of  massive losses  borne

Nature’s calamity is wretched and  wrong

Shamelessly bearing like a  fragile  witch

  Helpless and exposed, squirming its sores

She turns  unruly when much bantered

   We see not the pain within  her heart so hurt

  Like lines by William Congreve in ‘The mourning Bride’

 “Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned

 Hell has no fury like a woman scorned”