Frankenstein's Storm

Dr. Frankenstein gathered all his pieces together
Laying them out on the stainless steel table
Arranging them in a logical order
Well
At least logical to him

A bit of Arctic air
From way up high over there
Some Gulfstream gusts
To satisfy his high and fast lusts
A helping of Hurricane Sandy
Mostly because he just had some handy
All swirled together at just the right time of year

The good doctor took his silver thread
Which was oh so hygienic and shiny
Stitched it all together tight
Stepped back and switched off the light

It swirled on the table
Little lightning flashing
Rising up ever so slightly
Looking angry and bored with a hint of dashing

"It's Alive!!!"
The Doctor cried
Head tipped back
Shouting it to the sky

Just then his creation headed for the hills
Skittering past it's creator
And out the front window
Growing as it went into something much greater

Going to the front door
And watching it go with a sigh
Knowing he lost more monsters that way
As Frankenstorm rose until it was lost in the cold fall sky