The Perfect Storm

I form over oceans

And make the sky cry

My voice is a howling wind

That wakes you from your slumber

As I do a number on the tiles of your roof

I can turn the world upside down

Submerging cities and towns

I am called a storm

Sometimes I am assisted by lightning

Straight from the arms of Zeus

Fear me, for I am not kind

I wreak havoc and leave chaos in my wake

I am Mother Nature's fury at it's very best

The Bilge Master