Storm Trilogy - Storm's Ravage

Dawn illuminates the suburbs;
Damage is now revealed,
From where night concealed
The storm’s ravage…
Trees torn and tattered,
Cars crushed and crumpled,
Buildings left in bits
And streets all shredded.
Support crews appear.
Restoration will begin
For all that remains,
With mere lament for the lost

Despair grips the suburbs;
Assaulted by an F-5,
Many may be trapped alive!
Imprisoned in rubble
They yearn to be salvaged,
Suffocating and praying
To see the living light.
Shouting and writhing
With whatever is left,
Clinging to uncertain hope.

Time passes in the suburbs;
Though rescue is progressing,
Time is ever lessening
For the absent residents
And their families’ faiths.
Many curse nature,
Some condemn fate,
A few deny its reality,
Yet all harbor a common consensus;
The suburbs will never be the same.


Destruction is a cruel reality.
We acknowledge its existence
But don’t believe it could befall us
Until coming when least expected,
Rattling our lives forever.