The Hurricane

Torrid wind whips the tree line and shakes under-

Growth, makes shudder man and beast-kin alike.

The Storm and rain cast them all asunder

To become destroyed in the weather strike,

A great problematic catastrophe.

Then hail and fire and floodwater swoon,

What more could come from hateful entropy?

To endure the tides and reverse monsoon

One takes shelter on the high ground alee,

Merely outlasting whims of vengeful gods.

All now sated, the murky sea doth flee

Toward abyss. Malevolence winks, nods,

Waves adieu, and well inters the dead

Yet one cannot help but feel looming dread.

The End

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