Warm air rising towards the open sky
Meeting cool currents way up high
The birth of storm clouds forming
Without sign or warning
Cumulonimbus billowing greenish blacks
Collecting in striated, colored stacks
Wind speed gathering velocity
Wilder yet with much ferocity
And then a tremulous sound a roar
Nature’s declaration to open war
As a funnel descends revolving
Violently rotating and evolving
Touching earth with lightening speed
Creating destruction with veracious greed
Nature’s power without peer
Evoking humbleness and fear
Meeting cool currents way up high
The birth of storm clouds forming
Without sign or warning
Cumulonimbus billowing greenish blacks
Collecting in striated, colored stacks
Wind speed gathering velocity
Wilder yet with much ferocity
And then a tremulous sound a roar
Nature’s declaration to open war
As a funnel descends revolving
Violently rotating and evolving
Touching earth with lightening speed
Creating destruction with veracious greed
Nature’s power without peer
Evoking humbleness and fear
Author notes
This poem is a reminder that although nature is kind and gentle and nurturing, she also holds the power to show us arrogant humans that over all, she is in charge and that she can reek havoc on us all if she so chooses.
Written September 30th, 2006
A contest entry
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Wow, what imagery and use of rhymes, fantastic job, you really created an atmosphere of excitment for the upcomming storm, great job and thanks for following the rules! by the way great opening
Warm air rising towards the open sky
Meeting cool currents way up high
The birth of storm clouds forming
Without sign or warning
reminded me of science class, lol, but more poetically done. thanks for entering - Jacen an IndividualEleven. -
As someone who survived a tornado trapped in my car in a McDonald's parking lot in 1985, this twisted my stomach into a ball of knots. "she's goin' green" as they said in "Twister." well-captured, as is the essence of this contest in your work. Thanks for entering.
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Very well written. I have lived in many areas where they are common place and they are amazing in their force. Your word usage is so very descriptive, of the force it carries. Mother nature does have her moments. Reminding us that we are not as big as we think.
Wonderfully done!
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Yay! Someone chose this one! Awesome poem really spectacular...keep up the good work. Good Luck!
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Oh this is lovely! You paint the perfect picture. My man would just love this as he always dreamt of becoming a storm chaser...haha!! Cant wait for the thunderstorms to start this season, we are sooo close. One of our favourite things to do is to watch the storms coming in, the lightning over the horizon with a bottle of wine. Anyway, well written and good luck with the contest.
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IMPRESSIVE!
Wow! Very well done indeed!
I have (sadly) lived through several deadly tornadoes in Alabama (Praise God!) and you have penned the event very well.
Mother Nature is so AWESOME. The beauty and power she delegates is mindblowing to say the least.
This is an impressive write, as always! You have such a gift penning poems about nature!!! Impressive!
I wish you happy, health and peace! Blessings! Tammy -
Tornadoes are evil. I was on the Mississippi Gulf Coast before Katrina hit, and there were tornadoes literally ripping through the storm shelter that my family was staying at. Nature is beautiful but can wreck things quickly. Now i'm back down on the coast in Mississippi and pray that something like that does not happen again. I like the way this piece was put together. Good luck in the contest. Merry Part and Blessed Be.
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I was under the impression that a harriucane was the most destruction storms in the world. Oh well learn something new everyday, excellent poem.
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