Hurricane Helene
Here comes the storm
kicking up its heels, exhaling wind and sea.
When it grows up…
When it grows up…
When it grows up, what will it be?
Here comes the storm
hammering, waving its arms, encroaching.
What will it wreak?
What will it wreak?
What will it wreak, as it’s approaching?
Here comes the storm
whirling on the land, spouting like a whale, with its suds.
Where will it go?
Where will it go?
Where will it go, darkening its path, causing floods?
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2024
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