The sky is filling with boiling clouds
Sheets of cumulus blood roll down my window
which magnifies and distorts this tumultous display
While I, in my civilized cave, am shielded
from this elementary war.
Glass and wood keep me dry
Wood and stone keep me warm
Crackling flames keep me company.
I am well defended against these
The power-plays of Nature
Which dampen the windows of my home
But powerless against this storm
That is dampening the windows of my soul.