Man against Nature: no matter what other opposing forces of which we can conceive, imaginary or otherwise, this is the ultimate conflict.
That's the way it has always been and forever will be. No matter to what heights our technology and discovery will rise, there will always be powers greater than ourselves, or forces greater than ourselves may be another way of putting it.
I find the choice of the word "scurrilous" interesting. A personification of the wind. But I don't think the wind makes a sound unless it has something to blow around.
The first stanza is good. I have thought about this before; that Nature weeps to see what we have done to ourselves; we who have been given the greatest capacity for choice, for emotion, the ability to inspire and create change. This is the ultimate irony.
You should write more often. I know I'm really one to talk because I get busy and have to keep my creative thoughts and phrases in check - record them as best I can for future reference. But it seems to come more easily the more it is done.