Hurricane

Gusty winds. I feel you breathing on the land, whistling as you push your way through, forcing your way through.

Gushing waters. I hear you slash down on my coast.

Ring of clouds. I see you envelope in the sky, ready to tear and uproot everything that defies you.

Fierce Lightnings. I wince at the sight of your blazing strike.

Angry Thunders. You crack the skies and roar like a lion in mid-day.

Floods. Howling. Tearing. Falling. Pulling.

Hurricane.

Destruction. Force of Nature.

Hurricane.

You come uninvited. Unwanted. Mercilessly.
 
You come to take the beauty and leave an ugly mess of pain, sorrow, and hurt.

Hurricane.

The sun always comes out. Trees will once again grow. Waters will be still. Houses will be rebuilt. Cities will be restored.

Hurricanes don't last forever.