We compare people to hurricanes and storms
Acknowledging the beauty of natural force
Romanticizing the unhinged power capable of breaking the backs of men

But forgetting how these things end
With broken homes and sarrow sunken hearts
Trembling in the shock of ruin
Shaking hands to pick up unmeasured damage

And still we look back and put an asthetic label on your wrath little girl and admire the strength
Only because we must ignore your lack of mercy

For beauty is a two headed snake who will captive your gaze ; or spit poison into your eyes