The language of storms (Sandyspeak)

 A vile and retching
noise as cough and wheeze
from the lungs of hell.
Bestial breath borne
of cantankerous clouds
bombastic tossing boats
about the marina
like a toddler's tantrum
in a tub full of toys.

Ripping stilted
structures of leisure
from their footings,
banishing them to the gut
of Neptune's ire.
Tentacles of water
wrath reaching inland
felling great trees,
tangling their broken
bodies in live wires
sparking wild fires
even in a blizzard
of black rain.

A sea
spurned and churned
sings her own shanty
of pilfered promise
and revenge.
A death knell
to avenge the maiming
of her maidens
at the money clutching
hand of the rapist.

What would any mother
right of mind do ?