April 7, 2020
By Michelle Garren Flye
The storm hit us finally, with a smack—
A big, backhanded, whack.
We didn’t know quite what to think.
Why would Mother do us this way?
Why cast us into the fray?
Why would she push us to the brink?
And yet rain poured, and the water rose.
We were in it up to our nose.
And the storm, we found, was the link.
We figured out Mother wasn’t just mad,
No, our Mother was downright bad.
She wanted to blind us, wanted us to sink.
That’s not in a mother’s nature, it is true,
But when she’s thrown askew,
Mother Nature will kill without a blink.