Perfect storm clouds gathering together, appearing calm and quiet.
Yet we know the tumultuous fervor it will hit earth with it's
winds, rain and hail.
All in a tiny moment's force as we watch earth get drenched in a
morbid bath of furor, sent by God in a cloud of dismay over how
we treat each other.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem