The Hurricane

So yeah I wrote this poem back in Sophomore year, back when I was really into it. Not so much now but I was so proud of that one poem and I lost it and couldn't remember how it went. I could only remember the first few lines. So here is another poem with the same first lines and similar story, that I wrote on watch. I like to think of it when I get sad about passed friends and relatives.

"A warm summer breeze
blows across my face.
It moves the leaves of the trees
that grow all over this place.
It ripples the grass like water,
and kicks the dust into swirls.
This could quite possible be
the best place in the world."
But one would not know,
based on what they see,
this seemingly perfect place
would soon cease to be.
As I completed the thought,
I looked into the sky,
and saw the dark clouds
that quickly caught my eye.
Then the setting changed
faster that I could blink.
The warm feeling in my stomach
quickly began to sink.
The breeze that flowed, it screamed.
The leaves that moved, they scattered.
Torn from the branches
and the trees that bore them shattered.
The rippling grass, an ocean.
The swirling dust now blinding.
The feelings I felt were real.
The fear I had was binding.
Then as quickly as it had happened,
as quickly as it'd come,
the clouds hastily departed.
I could see the sun.
I looked over the horizon,
the clouds were making distance.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
I certainly wouldn't miss them.
No sooner had I thought the thought,
than I turned around and found
darker clouds, worse than before,
again were my way bound.
I closed my eyes and thought,
there was no escaping my fate.
I knew that I would soon
be with my best mate.
The place I am is awesome,
so please don't shed a tear.
Just always remember,
when you need me, I'll be near.
The man in charge here is perfect.
I know he'll take care of me.
We'll see each other soon.
Just wait... you'll see.

So yeah. Something I thought I'd share.