Storm God
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I watch from my dry room,
The theatre that is the Storm,
Driving rain batters the barren hills,
With the indiscriminate ferocity that is nature,
The claustraphobic darkness,
Dashed only by flashes of lightning,
That light all horizons,

I count my hearbeats,
Till the crash and drawn out rumble,
Of thunder,
The Pagan God speaks tonight,
And Greeks and Turks seek shelter,

The Storm needs no pass,
And signs no papers,
He drifts from North to South,
South to North,
And leaves floods and burning trees,
The Storm has no religion, No race, No creed,
No prejudice....

Mel Melis (mm@dev.als.co.uk)
7-Dec-94 (from watching a storm in Limasoll Nov 94)