There's a hurricaine brewing.
There's a hurricaine, on
the water, on the land, it'll be chewing.
Burning, churning.
Across this ocean blue, it's true.
There's a hurricaine, blowing.
Everybody's going.
It's coming and it's getting near.
One thing is clear, there is fear.
It's coming and everybody's running.
A heavy rain, a freight train.
A intense pain.
Your words built with the intensity of the coming storm.
Liked it lots.
Blessings,
Lesa