soon became a snowstorm,
then a blizzard,
then a white-out.
The word 'terror'
was rained down upon them
until, awash with fear
and thinking themselves drowning
they howled 'Freedom!'
into theTrade Winds,
bellowed for a New Dawn,
for the winds of change
to sweep all before them-
hailed the Emperor's reign
(even in the land of the Rising Sun).
Their barometers, tapped hysterically
measured clouds of dissent,
promised Westerly winds and clear blue sky.
They thundered meaningfully about
'The End Of The Day',
told us we were talking a load of hot air
(even though it had become increasingly clear
that Nature never lies.)
