Suddenly the Storm

Beautiful spring day!
    Warm wind so soft
          playfully
              lovingly
                    kisses my cheek

Dancing breeze
      quite generous with your touch

                you send the fallen leaves to play
   
                    flying wild
                          like children in an outdoor race


*then quickly*


            sunshine sky darkens, the rains begin...


how could I know
      so soon you would turn

maliciously

                violently

                                cruel.

Wind - you grew quite pompous
        puffed yourself up so

                        Gone - the gentle breeze
                          that touched my heart


                    'til
    gathering yourself together

          --- ever faster ---


                            rip-roaring, threatening, all within your path


Gray sky - you accommodate
        destructive ego

                    once gentle wind
                        now spirals, uncontrolled,
                              whirling, blackened cyclone
                                    no longer at play...

you seek only to devour.


Those who see you shake
      terrible capabilites you now possess
              in your anger
                    feverishly pushing all down on their knees
                          to worship you in fear and trembling...
                                  expecting all to cower in their homes.



But...

          you are only wind.



Vain and proud, one thing you forget;
    you ride
          *you twist*
                  today's air currents

  (and take such full advantage)

        but only for a moment.


Just as suddenly
      reduced to what you were...

                a simple slight spring breeze before the rains
                   
                        (debris scattered around you from your tantrum)
                       
                                          silently awaiting -

another day
another place...

you bide your time so well
destructive cycle

                                            *perverting Mother Nature's precious gift*


until the moment you arise once more

    so large, full of yourself

            uninvited, some distant spring day...
             
                    sweet, chiding wind, at first loving and playful

                     
then suddenly

                          the storm.