I'm not Wacko; I'm Wonko. Wonko the Sane

The heat, driving us to insanity,
it was as if hell had been brought to us,
And yet those with faith looked on,
yelling: The storm is coming!

I looked on,
The winds howled like the obedient wolves,
The sky itself growled,
and yet all that came,
was a drizzle






Losing the battle for power