It is in a wild rush

It is in a wild rush

Through the trees

Pulling, bending, snapping

Finding the strength

From within its own resources

To continue

Building again

Battering the barn

Frightening the horses

Banging, tearing shearing

The tin roof away

Exposing them all

To the elements

Wild eyed frightened

Animals

Caught in a flash

Of lightning strike

As the storm breaks

The farmer does all he can

But still it takes

What it needs to survive

It seems to thrive

Skittering over the fields

Flattening the rapeseed

Moving at its own speed

Scattering the cattle feed

Creating chaos

Out of nothing

But a butterfly

In theory

Drumming up a storm

For no good reason

Other than the chance

Of one discrete event

Without consent

Leading to another