From a distant balcony
I viewed the clouds crab by
overhead.
The winds resonated mixed sounds
through boughs of great trees
and then buffeted lightly against
worn shutters and meadow grass.
The sky darkened, I felt like an
unknowing outsider, a Philistine,
waiting for David.
I recognized the approaching
weather headline.
I lingered as a wary observer of
the strength forming above.
It was mighty and without
mercy.
Roger Singer 