Raging Storm

Raging storm 

for this first day of spring.

It began with rain

then bright, bright sunshine

it looked like spring had arrived

and then the dark dark clouds moved in

the rain fell again

but with the feel of icy torrents

as if Norse frost giants had breathed on them.

The wind raged

and then raged some more

and then hit out like a scorned lover

The waves pounded and crashed

and hit the shore like watery fists

The ocean frothed and foamed

its violent churning 

sending foam on to the land

and into the air.

The wind blew spray everywhere.

Some streets closed because of flying debris

several parts of downtown Vancouver without power

and the rage is not over.

The wind outside howls like an Irish banshee

a trillion times over

spring seems to have perished

like a trampled clover.

When Nature's angry,

she's really angry.

Hell indeed hath no fury

like this woman Nature scorned.

-A poem written by Christopher

 Wednesday evening March 20th 2013

 on the day of the Spring equinox.