The Thrill Of the Wind
The Thrill of the torrential Rain
The feeling of freedom
Every raindropp like a thousand knives across your body.
A night of continued fiece winds
Stormy Rain
DESTRUCTION
Do you enjoy this storm chaser?
Do you feel the thrill?
Do you like the feel of the wind and rain?
Forgetting everything else at that moment
Apart from that second you are in.
That second of complete awe
Are you really there storm chaser?
Are you head on in the winds?
Can you feel the rain hammer down on you?
You have travelled miles for this havent you storm chaser?
Chased its every moment, its every direction.
Waiting for the second it may change course.
And now you have the storm in the net.
You got the storm you dreamt of.
Your feeling the wind
Your feeling every spec.
But what of the morning after storm chaser.
When you can go back to your house still upright?
How to you feel once the rain passes and wind dies?
Once the eye has gone and peace takes the devils place?
How do you feel now storm chaser?
Hearing of death? Hearing of the houses destroyed,
reading in the daily paper the destruction that storm has caused.
Someones pride and joy that house once was, now it is rubble. Someone memories, someone life that place held.
How do you feel now storm chaser? In your home of warmth and tenderness, where your memories still lay fixed...
unlike that poor families, whose memories went with the wind, who now lay broken beside the place they once called home.
Rosalita Fernandez
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