The Storm At Sea I Am Poem by Rebecca Phoenix

I can be calmer than a cat, but as hostile as a wolf.
My tears flood out like a storm, but my smile brings light to the whole world.
My friends are many and loyal, or few and traitorous.
My creative mind spreads further than my endless current.
Those who dare try to change me or ride me would feel my drenching anger.
They find themselves in a whirlpool of fury, and fists of thunder.
While I usually am a cool autumn breeze, my anger is like a hurricane.
What do they call me?
The storm at sea am I.