Harming is the storm,
And thrashing is the rain:
Shooting as arrows of death,
Mankind lives as they drain.
Harming is the storm,
And threatening is the wind:
Waves as their sword they stamp on land,
People flee as terror’s their kin.
Climbing as their homes flood,
While the humans scream and fear.
Towns torn and trees collapsed,
As if nightmares are woken here.
However I once wonder,
What mere mortals can alone face?
Through buildings built and inventions done,
The nature forever still the hardest case.
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