She screamed in: as her hurricane - forced friends,

partnered a torrential downpour from the west.

Roaring feriously like an angry wounded lion

Whipping, beating up, the relentless demon waves

of the unforgiving River Mersey, into an eerie, haunting, salty mystical mist.

Racing hard against the turbulent Irish Sea.

Speeding violently and uncontrollably,

like a frienzied tropical cyclone.

Ripping tearing timbers, twisting ornamental structured iron,

snapping, splitting, strong well established trees, with just the fearsome waves of her hands.

Leaving a catalogue of cruel catastrophes;

death, disaster; fear and mayhem in her wake.

Fortunatley; I lived to survive yet another one of Mother Nature's storms.