You are like a hurricane
That takes away our peace
With you a lot of problems rain
That brings us to our knees

You are like the storm
Carrying monsoon winds
Dark clouds of bad news form
Whenever you appear

Our parasol isn't tough enough
To shade us from your typhoon
Your tirades knock us steely-rough
Leaving us no breathing room

Like a whirlwind, you come and go
Without a moment's notice
And when you leave, we're blown so low
Picking up the scattered debris.


© nabinara