3 in the morning
And I lie awake in bed
Scared of the monster forming
A monster of wind and rain and devastation
Every year like clockwork
With no interest in preservation
Howling with a cruel kind of smirk
Yet I still stand outside when the clouds roll by
I listen to the wind whistling through the leaves
Watch as the black clouds blot out the sky
Stand still as the sky begins to heave
Lightning streaks across the sky white hot
As if in warning of what is to come
But I don’t feel fear
Even though that’s what ive been taught
The news says floods and winds have ruined many lives
I know there are people lost
But I cant help but the excitement in my chest thrive
When I see a new storm brewing on the coast
Theres a thin line between love and hate
Between fear and excitement
I don’t think the line is very straight
When I’m standing soaked and lightning decides to light up the sky in that moment.
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A great picture painted in this poem. I have been through a few and know the feeling. It's not the hurricane I fear but the tornadoes inside it.
It is an harrowing experience so well captured in these lines. I cannot but wonder how folks in Florida put up with another one last week. God bless.
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