From the mouth of the darkened sky
That snarls and blows the rains awry
Air machines in maddened churning
From unholy pits of inferno’s burning
Curse the stillness of the contented rains
Blowing them sideways across the plains
To yonder parts in yonder lands
Raping villages and ocean strands
Mother Nature is a sweet old lady
Mostly smiling but somewhat shady
Sometimes an advocate of the devil’s rage
Runs like a beast from an iron cage
Across the waters tossing ships around
A child at play on a deep-sea playground
Blowing horizontal rains across the sea
Breaking loose and running free