Ode to Nature’s Cleansing

Threats of wind and rain
Bringing loved ones home
Fear of the unknown’s pain
Waiting for the ones that roam

Waiting for that one call
To share safety’s news
Praying for none to fall
And speedy rescue crews

Cleaning the grounds like a flush
Buildings and bridges go under
Water rapids flowing in a rush
Waiting out the next thunder

The press of time to beat the flood
Tender thoughts for those that left
Nexus of storms weaving walls of mud
Nature’s swear and Heaven’s list