The Deterrent Rogue ...

Trees turned timber, as her anger flashed,
She had an air about her, and it was cold;
As she hailed abuses, unabashed,
To cause misery, unforetold.

Time and again, she rumbled aloud,
And the toddlers could only whimper;
The adults, too, couldn't brave the cloud,
As she grew irate, unhinging further, her temper.

Then, as parents prayed, and tots wailed,
Her tumult seemed to hit a lull;
She eyed, aghast, at how she'd failed
To nurture, and sullied nature's cull.

She'd have to remould, her ideals lay afar,
Yet, could she be a deterrent rogue for her fold?
Willingly, she embraced the daystar,
Dispersing, even as her tears rolled.