Hurricanes Poem by Nicholas Peter

Olympus flash,
A Zeus hurled spear,
lighting the dark canvas.

The rain falls pitter-patter,
against my windows,
forming a small rhythm.

Another thunderous boom,
Thor's hammer strikes,
the rain becomes aggressive.

A wind gust,
of monsoon anger,
rages hard.

I find myself scared,
this hurricane weather,
reminds me of us.

A storm would rage,
inside my body,
a real typhoon.

I never knew why,
the rain clouds never left,
a real torture,
lightning quick and fierce.