Open to Attack

The woods judder today!
There is substantial sadness; in which,
Nature is undergoing stern smacks.
Wildlife! Plant life!
Dazed in a dull, gray grievance
Confirmed by the sun's abandonment.
Adamant ire in the gray, thick, and
Shapeless rain clouds; when all
At once! Luckless trees are
Dealing with oppressive downpour;
And nearby, sodden ground is useless.
The cold pulls through the piercing
Rampant winds, when huge strips of
Bark are unsympathetically peeled off
Vibrant trees slashing the tender heartwood.
The thunderous rumbles are indeed an
Intimidating intrusion; along with
Persistent, potent bolts of lightning.
The day is with a plaintive quality
Wanting this marked anger to
come to a sudden stop, therefore,
Creation is simply seeking relief.