Breathe the Hurricane

The sky flew toward the whipping wind -a spiral of ominous slate The gulf kicked waves of an ocean's size to batter the surfer's face There's no going into the water today the dessert-like sandstorm hurls needles your way The riptide of Africa throws off its spray The fish have all swam for their lives- Get away! The pelicans know to hold tight and bob and the palm trees anchor their weight Roots intertwined, they hold hands under sand in an effort the storm to deflate. Do these squalls full of rain rage call you like they call me? Do you run to the east when the fright makes the rest flee? The passionate souls of our family of three exhilarates us as we hurricane breathe.