Mother nature is calling

Beckoning

For a not so subtle reckoning

Booming

Shaking

Knocking

Louder than the feds

At the door

of the house of my friends

Flashes consume

The clouds in a plume

Like a confusion grenade

They collide and a spark is made

Lightning spidering across the sky

It's like a simulation raid

in my mind

The wind howls

Like a Shouting man

Who's face is scowled

With a furled brow

An attack from mother nature

This is just an abstract nomenclature

Objects are flying

The battle now intensifying

This is real

And a metaphor

A literary semaphore

A thought experiment

And something to endure

The sudden bursts of lights and sounds

A comparison to what's inbound

The wrath of mother nature

(Poetry - title: father time)