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A rushing wind

     roaring strong

across broad land

     bearing all away

black clouds overhead

     like rolling hillsides are

monochrome colors lost

     a barren landscape seen

jagged lightning flashes down

     as mighty thunder roars

a cannonade of the gods

     sharply strikes the land

sharply slashes hard raindrops down

     as if to tear the flesh

stripping it from bones beneath

     baring forth the soul

and the soil is churned up

     and splashed on everything

filth that is by rains brought

     and cannot be washed away

sharp that sounds that you hear

     carried upon the wind

and crashing all around

     till you are overwhelmed

ripping winds would bear away

     the fragile thoughts you have

stealing forth the very breath

     that barely you can take

mighty power nature has

     feeble man cannot withstand

standing before it's power bare

     his tools cannot bear sway

man's breath most feeble is

     cannot the clouds move

and his fire made with sticks

     cannot light the sky

in the quiet of his caves

     in the dark of night

by the glowing of fires light

     of his power he dreams

of the glory of his tools

     and of his knowledge great

of the world how he will change

     and bend it as he would

but as the earth shakes and rolls

     and as the mighty wind blows

flooding water washes away

     all his feeble toys