There is a storm growing outside my window.
I’m afraid he’s going to blow us away.
The trees even seem scared of him.
They are quieter than normal.
Their leaves move, but I hear
They look different, unfamiliar.
There is a noise from the storm.
He’s letting us all know he’s here.
He is his stronger than normal.
He is angrier than normal.
I’m here to leave a mark
The trees are afraid of him.
Don’t let him blow us away.
I’ll have left no trace
if he does…