Today the skies roared, with a flash of anger
Bright enough to make a grown man cower behind their mother’s skirt.
Water used to bring calm in a time of drought, aimed for the destruction of the day and hasn’t let since.
One day sunny the next a small version of a tornado in a town caught so of guard, they may never recover.
With roofs flying off, the once humble homes of the people looks
Like a ghost town
Staring at it, it almost feels like sitting at the bay
Watching your future sail away with the Titanic.
Sad, though isn’t it? Like the ship once the city hit a storm it won’t ever get back up.
Its like a dying Buffalo and its herd leave it behind so that they may not be slowed down.
Disaster strikes, mother nature wins but it weeps, or we weep for it. For the lost, the loved one,
The ones we meet the ones we keep.
The world is cold without that friend,
And when that storm hits, it marks the end