Winds rushing,
Hearts gushing,
With the sorrows of a twisted tragedy.
Our lives and our pride,
All subside,
To the breath of a storm enraged.
The debris and the dark,
The electrical sparks,
A home under siege.
Twisted tender,
By the strength of the ferocious god
Of natural disasters.
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