Don't Fool With Mother Nature

Vocies echoing between the concrete walls,
Emitting noises of suffering, guilt, and pain.
Above me the pounding of water on my roof,
It is a storm of dark clouds delivering the rain.

Shouts of distrubing words drifting away in silence,
With no one but me to hear their cry for a helping hand.
No working telephone in my room without electricity,
So a decision made to interfer if I am to be a total man.

A strong wind pelting my body as I exit my room,
My soaking clothes dripping as I knock on their door.
“Knock, knock, it’s me your neighbor bringing a candle,”
The big man opens up as his wife lays on blooded floor.

Standing in front of the door he screams nasty words,
Trying to scare me to leave without delivering the candle.
I forcefully push him aside and pick up the crying woman,
He comes at me as I slam the door and hit him with the handle.

Water enters through the opened door as he gets up,
My instincts take over as I shove him onto the wet floor.
He slips and falls as I help the beautiful woman escape,
We ran where there was a working phone at the corner store.

Lightning comes down from the heavens as he gives chase,
The police is slow to response with all the flooded streets.
Electrical impluses from mother nature puts out a warning,
But he refuses to listen and a bolt from the sky is there for his greet.

Don't Fool With Mother Nature


Harlingen, United States

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A story of abuse and someone willing to help, but mother nature lends a helping hand.

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