The Devil, You Say!

The raven, that bird of dark mystery,
spreads his midnight wings and
soars into a sky of Stygian gloom
to meet the oncoming storm
fearlessly, uttering its
croaking derision at this
wan display of Nature's
force majeure.  Above, 
R.L. Stevenson scribbles a
bolt of lightning piercing its
hubristic heart.  From another
vantage point, Konrad Lorenz
urges the rook to peck out the
eye of the storm.  And Nature?
Ah, she proudly surveys the
continuum of her flawless creation.