Once a month,
regular as clockwork,
a fury, greater than all the World’s storms,
is unleashed, upon poor, innocent folk.
Torrents of hot air tear you apart, and lash
at everything around you, too. Eventually,
things are being uprooted and flung in your direction.
Try as you might, there is little, or no, protection.
After much noise, destruction and upset, comes silence.
A silence to which you are unsure of how to react.
Is it over?
Or are you in the eye of the storm?
You move to appease the situation,
only to find yourself rained upon.
Floods of heavy tears falling, almost apologetically.
You are drawn to offer comfort but as you move nearer,
lightning flashes violently, striking you down.
You cower in fear, terrified that whatever you say, or do,
may light the fuse to this hormonal bomb facing you.
You decide that the best action is to leave well alone,
and go out to the pub for few.
Dan Brown
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/u-f-o-undeniably-frightening-ovulation/
