Hurricanes - An Acrostic, Shape, Dizain Poem
Hurricanes howling from tropical storms.
Under watch and warning, everyone waits.
Radar shows rotating clouds taking form.
Rain bands flood roads as downpours inundate.
Intensity grows; winds accelerate.
Conditions worsen, each moment seems tense
As buildings strain with winds lashing against.
No one feels safe; we think, is this the one?
Eye at last passes, and once danger ends
Survivors emerge to check damage done.
8/31/2016
Copyright © Jesse Rowe | Year Posted 2016
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