A passionate storm has released its fury upon the mountain and has left her torn and broken. Like the great God Zeus, the storm takes what it desires. Seducing her body farther, brother fog slithers from the heavens, mounting her curvaceous body, searching out every valley and knoll; it explores all of her regions leaving nothing untouched. He completely blankets her with his presence, unseen to mans’ eye. No-one will witness the rape that will break her spirits. A moan is heard from the bough of her stomach, an orgasmic event has occurred against her will. The floodgates have open and rocks begin to slide from her valley. A river sporadically flows and gushes from her crevice, flowing in a downward spiral to Earth. She has become on with the fog against her resolve The clap of thunder and lightning strikes dance above her zenith, the gods are surely pleased with this defilement on Mother Earth. The fog now lifts from her damaged body, showing the signs of a broken woman. Shattered limbs and a bruised, covered body, she is awakened with a glimpse of hope. The sun singes the violator as he tries to leave without witness.  Illuminating a once beautiful woman, the evidence of destruction is exposed.  The mountain has her support group; mankind will clean her wounds, removing all of the broken limbs. She will heal, but carry the scars of her torturer. Time heals all wounds, but she will bare more children, and reinforce her boundaries. She will rise again and blossom with her beauty. The blush of green and blue will return to her face. I visit my friend daily and I shall sit with her tomorrow.  She is my kindred spirit and sister. She is called the Smoky Mountains