water moves over the
ground
flooding the low
spots
it moves through the
ground
and out to the Great Lakes
the winds carry the
water on its back
and drops nearly all
of it at once
the waves roar and
crash
giving their best
and worst
to usher in the
hurricane winds
that rip into houses
and trees
angry, full of rage
desperation in the
storm cloud’s eye
we hope to be spared
and we are, for but
a moment
until the dome of
silence ends
and we are once
again
torn asunder
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