Storms

Storms are just a part of life that no-one can avoid,
From smallish squalls to hurricanes where buildings are destroyed.
There may at times be nothing more than fiercely blowing wind,
But violent gales quite often can with lashing rain be twinned,
So anyone who's out in them though water-proof entrenched
Runs the likelihood that they will very soon be drenched.
No brollies are of any use when out in such a storm.
For they'll be changed to inside out and take a different form;
There may be bolts of lightning too, which streak across up high
Or make their way straight downwards from their source up in the sky,
Accompanied by thunderclaps, whose noise could wake the dead,
Following the lightning bolts as they race on ahead.
And then there are those other storms, the figurative kind,
When people shout and won't be calmed, the sort that you will find
Wherever those with wills of steel must try and get along
With others who've their own ideas and who are just as strong;
Meetings can be stormy and relationships as well,
And discord usually will exist wherever people dwell.
Storms of any sort result from lack of peace and calm,
Whatever form they take, they usually tend to cause some harm.