A hurricane so consequential that the Sun cowards behind the dark clouds. Clouds hiding the end of a historical tempest. All we have is the promise of clear skies and the hope that we'll live to see another sunny day. We pray to feel the sun against our skin; a gentle breeze dance around our bare feet on grass greener than the leaves of a fig tree which we shall sit under. Instead all that appears is a storm so malicious the people flee as though the devil himself sprang from hell. Among the destruction lies the hope of innocent victims pleading, praying, fearing for their lives. This merciless phenomenon strikes at the most unpredictable moment, engulfing civilians in a whirlwind of terror and loss. Fragments of their lives are dispersed throughout places in which they don't belong. Memories swept away as the never ending rain falls. Peoples whole lives washed away into bleak nothingness.
     In the eye of a hurricane, all stands still. Time stops, the rain stops, it all stops. Is it truly finished? Has the torment of the ocean ceased? No, the calm will last mere moments before being thrown back into the routine of chaos and an uncontrollable reign of terror. It's as though you're being held underwater and all the while you're gasping for the smallest molecule of air. Just as you're pulled back into safety, you are dragged down deeper into the abyss. The eye that never closes, it sees everything. It sees the dread and desperation. All is calm in the eye, enjoy the tranquility as it quickly passes by.