I remember when the wind blew
and tore the chimes from their chains.
I remember when the rain fell
in droves like locusts.
I remember when it felled entire cities, and
I remember when the waters devoured them whole.
I remember the wolf-cry howls,
I remember the mortal screams as I waited,
I remember the tinkling silence
when it ended, I remember
the sun, its beams of light
piercing the tired clouds.
The forests, the deserts,
the hills, the sounds,
all standing, all unmarred,
all safe from my reaching wrath.
How many times has civilization
creaked and cracked and broken
only for me to scrape up its debris?
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