The Hurricane Irene Aftermath

The House was shaken...the leaves were falling...limbs flying from their homes against the durable tree's father,

But it smacked the ground those monsters of wood and bark...Winds of the gods making there way through every inch of any obstacle in it's path,

I was in bed when this happened...the sounds of acorns and limbs hitting the roof...much like a world-class symphony playing in perfect melody,

Oh how it sounded...the winds of desire...change...utter destruction with a hint of most high sovereignty...you Hurricane.

The populations were wondering...how will we survive...apocolyptic uprisings among all the meteorologists on every news station,

Why did you report less than what it was hurricane information...false gods of our continuous support...weather reporting,

As it continued...the sounds of whispers through the wind could be heard from outside...the storm beckoning someone to dare it's arrival,

And they did on every t.v. channel...surfers on its waves and people staying home to wait it out...but the storm windily laughed...took a few lives.

The Water was rising...the sounds of a million horses galloping across the oceans all over the world...homes crashing down,

Continuous raindrops occured...natures footprint against the puddles that make it's home among the planets undertone,

I'm getting up out of bed to survey the damage...my dreams full of all out war of epic proportions...then a pizza shop delivery man in the rush,

How Quaint...I look outside and the sun's out...perfect green on yellow of perfect glow...Nature is happy about it's detox of our pollution..