Nature, it seems, has become
her very own creature of habit,
returning time and again to the
passing scene of atmospheric events
whose occurrences made for extremely
interesting results, demonstrating
her creatures' sometimes futile
measures for survival, occasioning
her no few moments of entertainment
in their primitive attempts to triumph
over climatic adversities and
geological upheavals. This very
day of supremely inclement weather,
as example, she appears to be
striving to recall the formula she
once invented that so endangered
the continued existence of all
living things, the memory of which
has been handed down through
posterity as a dimly recalled fable
reflected as a commonality of global
history in the canon of early human
collective annals devoted to
her inspired, primal Great Deluge.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Raining, Copiously, Interminably
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Poetry
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