Storm

The cerulean sky was not at her best Clouded face darkened by the hardest fist Color of bruise tainted over her angelic face Frown she wore, beneath her brooding crest The Herculean wind, confused where to go Like unbridled horses, running ready to blow Howling groans alarming the darkest night Slamming the door , even if it's bolted tight Awake, sleep never came through Muted with scare, words dared not flew All ears to catch the pouring noises outside The tear, the break of the roaring sea tide Before our eyes , we saw nothing Houses and trees from here seemed never existed Gone and broken, the storm had seized In our hearts, we said Worldly possessions, we owned Not a thing Oh! God, look down Your utterly pitiable creatures Shaken by fears, and soon doomed to graves Prayers we held, all yours to save