The Perfected Storm

One early perfect

storm-day

three friends

snow

windy and

rain

came to play

& bold as a dill

pickle

sky

cold eyes

clear sight &

an eagle screamed

Clustered crystals

criss-cross

a river of snow

surrounding

hard and lured by

windy puffs

and turning into

a monster of roaring

Rain did its

bit with bursts

of

push-panting

now coming in waves

this storm as if its

creation came calling

from a

Master Plan.