Her Name Storm Poem by Rue Palmer

In the twilight of a restless sea, I sit at rues crescent over look with balcony rolls and grills Where storm and silence play, Hurricane Beryl came to be, A force to sweep the jamaican day.Her whispers turned to howling cries, her emotions gently yet firm. As waves began to rise, Beneath the dark and roiling skies, Where nature's fury lies.She danced upon the ocean's face, scroll across the countrys homes With winds that fiercely roared, In every surge, a wild embrace, Of chaos she adored.Yet in her wake, a solemn calm, As Beryl moved along, The earth, though battered, found its balm, In echoes of her song.For storms like Beryl come and go, Their power raw and real, But through their might, we come to know, The strength that we conceal.