The growing cyclone fed well
On the warm ocean waters
Digesting the latent energy
In the aqueous vapours.
When it reached the coast
The diuretic effect of mountains
Kicked in;
It pissed down rain
For several days.
Relieved of this burden,
The lighter cyclone cell
Slid over the Rockies
Searching for food.
Hunger racked its being,
For without nourishment
The cyclone would die,
Here in the hills,
As so many others
That had gone
Before reaching maturity
As a storm.
But this one was lucky, for
An increased spin,
Gained as it rolled
Off the eastern Rockies' flanks,
Sent the confused system
Southward, caught
Between two cold masses of Arctic air
Bullying their way
Out of town.