Hurricane

Must confess I would not have liked to have gone through life without experiencing a hurricane And when Dean came I rode it out with a bit of excitement as the winds bellowed, the roof creaked with every thrust And I witnessing the force of nature. When it had finished raging The strong was separated from the weak as if nature had designed a scalpel to remove the dead tissues opening an area of growth and renewal to once again invigorate ,renew and redress what was meant to be done,but in a bludgeoning fashion. I then took stock, and things that had once stood proud was shamefully, head bowed, chastened, suffering in pain but to start the renewal and as time permit, the slow rebirth then the flourish followed by its bloom and soon I wonder,when will it come again?