Through the storm she flies
Tossed and buffeted by winds
Washed by the rain that lashes
Her skin with its burning rage
Feet trace a pathway over
The granite clouds of anger
Delicatly treading on droplets
Of water that surround her
She holds out her hands
To catch the starlight
Throwing it downwards
To brighten the earth
Never fear the tempest
It's just nature venting fury
Fiona Davidson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/natures-fury-2/
