The cruel hurricane hit like a Mike Tyson punch.
Folks didn't stand a prayer, nobody had a hunch.

Mountain folks and city people alike, ran
from massive floods, shattered Dams.
Shivering in the dark,

Shadowy night.

The sky turned Black with a rage untamed,

Roaring winds with Voices unnamed...

Clouds swirled like ancient beasts awakened,
Their fury unleashed, and we stood forsaken.

In an instant, the world grew still,
A quiet breath before nature’s will.
The air hummed, thick with fear,
You could almost touch the weight of every tear.
Homes that had stood for decades strong,
Reduced to memories in a storm’s cruel song.

And the rivers rose with savage delight,
Devouring bridges, lives, in their watery might.

The streets became oceans, wild and deep,
Where children once laughed, now families weep.
Cars floated like toys, tossed without care,
While desperate voices hung in the silent air.
Fathers held their children close and tight,
While mothers screamed prayers into the callous, uncaring night.

In the face of nature’s reckless sprawl,
We realized how small we truly are.

Trees bent like they were bowing to kings, but these were no monarchs—just invisible, violent things. And the rain fell like bullets from heaven’s artillery, piercing the earth, pounding with endless cruelty.

There was no mercy in the eye of the storm,

No hand to hold, no shelter warm.

Yet amid the chaos, something stirred,
An ember of hope in the heart’s hidden world. Neighbors—strangers once—became allies fast,
Bound by the storm’s ruthless, leveling blast.

Hands reached out through the flood’s dark tide,
To pull someone else to the...