Mother Nature takes charge

Mother Nature didn’t mince words She had convened what was left of Hurricane Ian to get a postmortem on his mission Ian struggled in All that was left of his previous fury was a wisp of wind, barel y e n o u g h t o b l o w a feather off the massive conference room table

Mother Nature: Take a seat, if you can manage to get to it, you ungrateful wimp How dare you countermand my orders? I told you to leave a light rain and puffy wind on Sanibel, not destroy it

Ian: I took matters into my own hand, Mother Nature I knew the price I would pay but we hurricanes got tired of your conservative approach to mass destruction We hurricanes were born to destroy, not to deliver puffs of nothingness You have tested our masculinity far too long.

Stevens