10 January 2013
A twirl of wind, The slightest gust, Brushed away, To turn to dust,
Then comes heavy, Wind and rain, Bearing down, Intent on pain,
The force of purest nature, The turn of stormy seas, Mph over a hundred, Trees stripped of their leaves,
Homes ripped to tiny pieces, Cities plunged into black, Landscapes seem to evaporate, And the storm won't turn back,
A world reshaped, Through pure disaster, We must prepare, Before it comes back faster,
In our darkest hour, When the world is torn, We pick up the pieces, And carry on.
Hurricane • Opuss № I