Poetic Verses
Being blessed
At this time of the year is that active hurricane season
And storms develop due to a series of reaction
So as they approach there is full stage preparation
Thus having some provision, after any destruction
Many people then will get on their knees and in prayer
Begging the master not to allow the system to come near
When they get spared there is that shout of jubilation
Saying being blessed was indeed the real reason
Then the wind rain, and rough water leave the region
Travelling and gaining strength as it crosses the ocean
And as it set it sights, and seems not in a hurry
Like it has plans to go there and vent it's fury
Churning up the waters like that in a cauldron
Taking the fuming water and spilling it over the land
And in the process showing no type of mercy
Pounding and hammering away so relentlessly
What a scary sight to see such a torrent
Moving cars, boats and anything caught in the current
But what brought such fear, this made one shake
To see how such a force cause a house to disintegrate
The combination of rain and the wind just howling
And seeing roofs just lifting and the many pieces just flying
This was nothing to pleasant in no way to see
Someone's future and too hard work gone just instantly
But after such will come the aftermath
Having to assess the level of destruction and wrath
But amid all that, and losing all one possess
Just being alive is an indication that one is blessed
And storms develop due to a series of reaction
So as they approach there is full stage preparation
Thus having some provision, after any destruction
Many people then will get on their knees and in prayer
Begging the master not to allow the system to come near
When they get spared there is that shout of jubilation
Saying being blessed was indeed the real reason
Then the wind rain, and rough water leave the region
Travelling and gaining strength as it crosses the ocean
And as it set it sights, and seems not in a hurry
Like it has plans to go there and vent it's fury
Churning up the waters like that in a cauldron
Taking the fuming water and spilling it over the land
And in the process showing no type of mercy
Pounding and hammering away so relentlessly
What a scary sight to see such a torrent
Moving cars, boats and anything caught in the current
But what brought such fear, this made one shake
To see how such a force cause a house to disintegrate
The combination of rain and the wind just howling
And seeing roofs just lifting and the many pieces just flying
This was nothing to pleasant in no way to see
Someone's future and too hard work gone just instantly
But after such will come the aftermath
Having to assess the level of destruction and wrath
But amid all that, and losing all one possess
Just being alive is an indication that one is blessed
