I do not understand why hurricanes are named after people
for i am not a storm.

I am a flood.
I am the ocean, 

calm, 

still;

until someone casts waves in the water. 

until someone pushes and pushes until i over flow,

and in that moment i can not be contained.

i can’t not be reasoned with or hidden from.

i will show no mercy,

but eventually i will recede.

when the tiredness seeps into my bones
and my emotions are no longer flooding through a battered city,

I will recede to my home

and be still once again.
And I will glisten under the sun,
and bless the shore with my gentle touch,
and you will never think I’ve ever shown the world my rage