She’s got her mad on; her name’s Gladys.
In fits like this, no one’s as mad as
That boiling tempest known as Gladys.
No other storm is near as bad as
Raging, roaring, shouting Gladys.
And none on earth are near as sad as
Those stomped upon by storming Gladys.
The picture is mine, of an early morning storm.
© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.