The moon stirs anger in the sea.

Gale force winds gust with menace.

Together they whip up colossal waves,

wrecking the ancient sea defences.

 

Harbour is a boiling couldron,

fuelled by horizontal rain.

Boats are torn from their safe moorings,

and are reduced to fragments.

 

Rapid rivers leap over their banks,

uprooting trees in a rage,

transforming land into instant lakes.

Panic farmers to rescue livestock.

 

The fishing boats beneath dark skies,

toss on the rolling mountain sea,

far from the safety of the land,

with no stars to steer by.

 

Rising waters overwhelm homes.

The owners caught unaware,

witness the sludge ruin contents.

They take refuge on roof tops.

 

The storm abated by next morning.

It will take time to clear the mess.