Wild Weather

 I am Wild Weather.

I wonder how the meteorologist knows my path.

I hear radios signal my approach.

I see towns bustling with people trying to prepare for whatever I dish out.

I want them to know that I mean them no harm.

I am wild weather, I do what I was created to do.

 I pretend that my lightning and thunder is a musical band, playing at opening night.

I feel powerful when the tornados gust their winds of over 300 miles per hour.

I touch the hearts of children as I gently blow my snow upon the ground.

I worry that sometimes I blow too hard and I may create a blizzard with

powerful winds, and blinding snow.

I cry and the rain comes down and turns to ice, freezing on power lines.

I am Wild Weather, I do not mean to cause so much damage.

I understand that when I go away for a while and create a drought, you miss me.

I say watch out for the dust storms with gusting winds.

I dream of days where I can travel as fog to the seacoasts,

 lakeshores, deep valleys and along mountaintops.

I try to create a balance among the seasons.

I hope that I have not caused you too much harm.

I am Wild Weather. I only do what I was created to do.