As Storm Doris sweeps the land, a look at storms and severe climate events. the unsettled weather we may have caused, and as the Greeks would see it, in our hubris brought down nemesis, the anger of the gods.
Storm Force
The storm swept across the land:
Heavy hail as cast by might hand;
It was the worst storm; the gods wrath
Laid waste the land in its fell path;
And lightning flashing, back and forth,
From south and sweeping to the North;
Anger of the gods destroys so much:
Reaching out to unmake with their touch,
Blowing away people like straw in wind,
Vengeance for the earth, they have sinned,
And despoiled the land and even the air,
And now like dust tossed, they despair;
Thunder tells out of the approaching storm:
Earth warms, rare event becomes the norm;
And it makes my heart beat wildly in the night:
Those strongest gales, ripping with their bite;
Storm winds from the south, cold from north:
The goddess Freya stretches icy hand forth;
And ships at sea are tossed in the great swell,
Till they fear shipwreck, so tolls the sailor’s bell;
I would hurry and find a shelter from this rage:
Across hill and plain, trees and dell, gods rampage;
But within the wind, the storm centre, calm:
The silent voice speaking gentle words of balm;
But the gods have come with fire upon the land,
From the coldest arctic down to desert sand;
For we have sown the wind, reaped the storm:
The storm riders come, winged in blazing form;
Anger is a furious wind, destroying all below:
The air is black with birds, the omen of the crow;
Comes the darkness of the night, a time of gloom:
Wind sweeps across the graveyard and the tomb;
Into the maelstrom, the ships are dragged down,
Into Poseidon’s depths, where seafarers drown;
Now from the wreckage, aftermath, take breath,
And help the wounded, mourn where death
Has reached out in the storm, and taken life;
With fiercest winds, and falling trees, it came:
We heal the land, but it will not be the same;
For the storm has left its wounds, its scars,
Above the broken roof, we see the stars.
The storm swept across the land:
Heavy hail as cast by might hand;
It was the worst storm; the gods wrath
Laid waste the land in its fell path;
And lightning flashing, back and forth,
From south and sweeping to the North;
Anger of the gods destroys so much:
Reaching out to unmake with their touch,
Blowing away people like straw in wind,
Vengeance for the earth, they have sinned,
And despoiled the land and even the air,
And now like dust tossed, they despair;
Thunder tells out of the approaching storm:
Earth warms, rare event becomes the norm;
And it makes my heart beat wildly in the night:
Those strongest gales, ripping with their bite;
Storm winds from the south, cold from north:
The goddess Freya stretches icy hand forth;
And ships at sea are tossed in the great swell,
Till they fear shipwreck, so tolls the sailor’s bell;
I would hurry and find a shelter from this rage:
Across hill and plain, trees and dell, gods rampage;
But within the wind, the storm centre, calm:
The silent voice speaking gentle words of balm;
But the gods have come with fire upon the land,
From the coldest arctic down to desert sand;
For we have sown the wind, reaped the storm:
The storm riders come, winged in blazing form;
Anger is a furious wind, destroying all below:
The air is black with birds, the omen of the crow;
Comes the darkness of the night, a time of gloom:
Wind sweeps across the graveyard and the tomb;
Into the maelstrom, the ships are dragged down,
Into Poseidon’s depths, where seafarers drown;
Now from the wreckage, aftermath, take breath,
And help the wounded, mourn where death
Has reached out in the storm, and taken life;
With fiercest winds, and falling trees, it came:
We heal the land, but it will not be the same;
For the storm has left its wounds, its scars,
Above the broken roof, we see the stars.
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