Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Perspective

The storms that sweep down from the skies

Are nature's way to cleanse the land.

Sometimes small, sometimes large in size,

It be the will of nature's hand.

For animals and plants that must

Endure whatever storms be sent,

Nature expects for all to trust,

It is not meant malevolent.

The only life that seems to mind

When nature's storms do pass their way,

Is the ungrateful humankind,

So self absorbed when storms display.

This storm has come and gone and so

Nature sends a thank you rainbow.