Koppu laid twenty inches of rain on a mountain land, a category 4 jab with the left hand.
The other side, a savage right, Patricia's 200 plus winds slammed another craggy height.
Pray save us from the Christmas Chil'r'n, who come early to visit at Hallows Ev'n.
Show our backs to the drought foresaker, let us die of La Nina, O, deadly hot sere desert maker.
Truly, Jansen, a most frightening, and peculiar, storm. The problems in the ocean, and atmosphere, now, must be far-reaching to generate such a beast, and the fact it diffused so quickly upon landfall is certainly curious. If I dwell too long on it I might see a 'spiritual metaphor' in it. Blessings... rlc
Patricia was a monster storm but Christ Jesus the Lord still quits storms! Alleluia!!! Your poem should teach us how precious and fragile life it, thank you, peace!!!
Perhaps the tired, the poor, the huddled masses yearning to breathe free,and the wretched refuse all gather along wind whipped shores, the parched lands, and flooded river valleys because they know Mother Nature’s treatment is kinder to them than is that of their human oppressors.
Looks like the desert Southwest is in for some gloomy spooky nights of heavy rain and potential flash floods disrupting house and home too close to riverbeds.
Even us over here in subdued bayou land with haunted swamps turned to concrete ditches may be in for it this Hell o'ween with 1 to 2 feet of the watery grave.
You've reminded us with lyrical charm that even the most devilish of Nature's wrath deserves respect. Hopefully, any and all who'll not have this as a wake up call will pay attention along that coast.
Yep, the old song applies -- the left is made of iron and the right is made of steel; if the left don't getcha then the right one weel. Hell to pay either way.
Sixty-seven days after departing Flores Island in Europe’s westernmost waters, the schooner Heimdall and her stalwart crew has finally arrived at the mysterious Isla Socorro in the Revillagigedo Archipelagoes. The discoveries they make are astounding
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Interesting take on storms
never stop writing!
m
Even us over here in subdued bayou land with haunted swamps turned to concrete ditches may be in for it this Hell o'ween with 1 to 2 feet of the watery grave.
Timely poem.
Ron