She is a temptress.
Her luscious and sweet fruit hanging from the trees
Oh, what a sound, the satisfying crunch of branches.
But then-leaves, plants, homes swiftly up-ended.
Swirling winds demolish all in their path
No, she cannot be reasoned with or measured.
Perhaps predicted, but not prevented.

Walking by a river, soft, clear and gentle
A peaceful and cooling breeze drifts by, bringing the delicate fragrance of the lilies, orchids, spring.
The smell of fallen rain and new life
Suddenly, the water thrums with a newfound energy.
A startling flash-trees, houses, swept away: lost in the torrent of water.
Go ahead, try and reason with her.