Great curving thunderheads
Loomed once across anxious skies
Now just another cloudburst
Swarms of clouds attend it
Even a few tornadoes spin to life
Grandchildren at an elder’s knee
A nebulous swirl, ever downgraded
Nameless now, eye closed forever
Abstract puffs of weather radar green
Once whipped the billows high
Seawater surging inland, relentless
Now a gentle blanket of raindrops
How could fear have ever sprung
From spun mists now so toothless
Cumulus named only to be forgotten