STORMS The storms outside raged and screamed, like some ferocious beast.

While safely below, for sheltering guests, was served a sumptious feast. Flooded streets, howling winds, torrential rains; hurricane-like at the very least. Even manhole covers floated down the street, and limbs came crashing down before the great storms ceased. And out from below crept the signs of one of life's most important facets, all of whom had more time now leased. They crept out, these human beings, to gaze in wonder at what the storm had unleashed. These few vagabonds, these wanderers. The Fellowship of Man. --------------------------------------mindbringer, 1 June 2013