If a storm could be a lover
She’d whistle through the night
Howl and roar with anger
Knock you straight down
She’d stop you in your tracks
Scared for your life
She’s a wild one
That can’t be tamed
Wipe out your happiness
Replace it with gloomy days
If a storm could be a lover
She’d ruin you right there and then
Here in Hawaii, there's a tropical storm approaching called Flossie.
Sitting here in the midst of the wind and rain, the poem came naturally.
