Winds whisk hard-driven rain water
into mini spouts
and twisted peaks
Street lights beam reflected patterns
onto swirling rivulets
and flooded tarmac.
Stranded cars and boats are toppled
as nature flogs
the vanities of man.
The fury of a hurricane
levels the playing field.
(Written for dVerse Poetics, “Weather You Like It, or Not”. November 10, 2015.) This is a bit of a stretch–it’s raining here, but certainly not a hurricane, and our boats are moored in backyards rather than on water.
vb's reverbs 
I’m glad you took some poetic license with the prompt because this paints such a striking image.
Oh, there is little defense against a hurricane! It levels the playing field indeed.
A spirited piece, it nails down the heavy precipitation following the drought of summer. We can, perhaps, influence the weather extremes if we muzzle & control global warming; but perhaps we have procrastinated for too long.
Powerfully expressed 🙂
Love the energetic word play ~ I do believe that nature can easily flog the vanities of men ~
I think we are having the same weather, smiles ~
Glad this isn’t real, but it sounded and felt real.
janet
I’ve been through several hurricanes…they are a force to be reckoned with. You describe their fury very well!
Cane of Sugar
‘Cane of Wind Now
one instant pleasure
one long lesson then
Nature teaches
fight
long
fight
survive alive..
Waves Change..:)
When I read “Cane of Sugar, Cane of Wind Now”, I feel the cold of the first winter storm, followed by the early enjoyment of snow which dissolves into a long, tedious battle with the elements. My interpretation of your words.
Yes my friend.. In general the dark can be a gift for light eventually.. Smiles..:)
Convincing exaggeration!
Excellent writing…I believed every word 😉
The drama of this is perfect! I’m glad you exaggerated!
Having been through a few hurricanes and nor’easters, this poem so captures the sound, fury, drama, and danger.
Love this.