Nature's Offspring

Thick, grey plumes rise over

the treed mountain ridges,

from the slopes and from

the valleys shrouded in mist

shielding the mountains from

view, rising to meet the

bruised clouds hung out

like soiled laundry suspended

on the mountain peaks, unable

to glide on the invisible sky, 

skewered and stubbornly hanging

in place, complementing the 

rising curtain of mist as rain

prevails, lightning strikes

through the vapour and a militant

roll of drums thunder on, the

stage drama of geology and

weather meeting in a natural

and revisited difference of 

opinion, each hubristically

livid over the impudent and

unwarranted assumptions of the 

other - nature's offspring fume.