The Perfect Storm Poem by Dipankar Dasgupta

Through my window
The sky looks dull
And I am sure
A storm will follow this lull

The rain is now
Hitting my window
The beautiful drops
Forming a shadow

I love the sound
That comes to my ears
But they brings back memories
And my eyes fill up with tears

My heart is heavy
As the thoughts cross my mind
Why something so beautiful
Can also be so blind

It fails to distinguish
Between good and evil
When it comes down hard
It behaves like a devil

Big and small
It cares for none
Everything in its path
Is annihilated and undone

Families are broken
Memories and erased
What was built over years
Is lost, and never to be traced

When it is gone
The sky turns blue
But on the ground
There is a different hue

What was once a home
Has clearly been broken
But I take solace in the fact
That our will has not been taken