The ocean tide comes rolling in
While there’s not a soul to be seen
And so it begins
The gentle waves turn the tide into a violent sea
Are you ready?
Are you hunkered down again?
From a quiet gentle breeze that wouldn’t disturb the bees
It soon turns to gusts that topple the trees
Still the feathered weather and escape its clutch
But the people and their homes not so much
The wind gathers up into clouds of dust
shutters will squeak, hinges that creak and houses will bust
With an intensity of energy they’ll all take flight
while the bright sun becomes just a diminished light
Furious gales build as people take shelter
property takes to the sky while folks just hang on tight
………as the wind and rain shape their night
©ttaylor2017
Barefoot Baroness 
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