The hurricane hits me. Hard. Overpowering winds Knock me down As though I am made of paper. The hurricane hits me. Loud. My words are useless As the rain drowns out My cries for help. The hurricane hits me. Cold. I am left alone To fight against The harsh ways of the disaster. The hurricane hits me. Sorrow. I am surrounded by the damage. But no amount of rain Can wash away my Thoughts and feelings. Just as I heal from the hurricane, Another one hits me. Hard, Loud, And cold.