The Storm Poem by White Tiger

The ocean moves, as if to say
I'm taking revenge, here today
The wind is blowing, out of control
Spinning papers, around a pole
The lightning strikes, on the horizon
Creating sparks, with no compassion
The sky is dark, filled with clouds
The rain is falling, The thunder is loud
The rivers swell, filled with pride
Changing landscapes, on every side
The streets are empty, yet filled with sound
From the elements of nature, all around
The beaches are corroded, by the rising tide
What lays under water, is shoved aside
I stand by the boardwalk, a man re-born
Accesing the damage, left by the storm.


C. Vergara
11.15.2007