Post 399. OracleDeAtlantis 5:06 AM GMT on April 20, 2012:
As the annual hurricane conference draws to a close, I'm reminded of another meeting not long ago, where the wind marched obediently from east to west, delivering its own forecast.
From white clouds and red sticks that worry;
moving swiftly along on a terrible journey.
Hearing not then, but now is here when;
forgotten souls, howl where we'll send.
Lord of the earth, subdue power the air;
make then mark a transition be where.
Unstem rotation, bound to be topped;
a towering, stammering, horizon unlocked.
Source of background: www.youtube.com/watch?v=dUPkSGhcw1k