The Hurricane And The Rain Poem by Strydar Enox

Quicken the Winds; Faster he spins.
Death and Destruction he Spirals within.
Rage is his Power, its sorrow disaster.
And yet his eye continues to spin.
Reminding all of their past sins.
A trail of Destruction follows his path.

Faster he Winds, Quicker the times;
Yet he continues his horror of crimes.
Ripping houses, throwing cars.
Killing children with no cause.
Yet more or less as he continues,
His rage shall lessen, His rage shall lessen.

Then Come I the rains have fallen.
Washing away the pain he is causing.
Blood stains my waters yet all the same.
With tears of the sky I shall remove your pain.
To some I am cold, to other I'm harsh.
I am the Rain, the sorrow the Pain.

My waters they fall, they douse all
Through the cold they make their call.
Some survive others they die.
Yet I continue, tears from the sky.
But through end of one's life another arises.
Fed from my tears life comprises.

The hurricane and I are much the same.
Both have sorrows both have pains.
Yet we both continue, brothers in life.
What he shall destroy I can make right.
As his gales blows my tears shall flow.
Carried around for the healing to go.

Onward he Spins, My tears are within.
Turning and spinning, Crying and sinning.
We both continues joined by blood.
Till eventually he weakens and with it the sun.
My tears shall now dry, his gales shall now calm
For in the Eye of the Hurricane only silence shall fall.