I am rarely far from my partner, my brother. Our actions are not our own, puppeted by another. We provide shelter from the harsh environment, or protection from a contagion's intent.

Pressure builds, my anger pent. I descend to earth, the heavens rent. A siren's call, my victims lament. My fury felt, but quickly spent.

I open no door and serve no libation. I create chasms and ensure clear communication. Surrounded by friends, each with a task; I'm larger than them, why do you ask?

Sticks, not stones, make my bones; And words can often confound. The bathroom is not my place, I prefer my sky unbound. Always under tension, you might think me tense. Call me comical, with but one letter difference.

The meaning of my name can change. Often told to close in a heated exchange. Percussive sounds with heavy syncopated beats. Victims lured into where their fates they will meet. But definitely not a tarpaulin sheet.