STAGES OF A CYCLONE
Cyclones come in stages
Winds and rain lash out
Hearts fear the dreaded day
Another cyclone is about
Warnings turn to watches
Prepared as we can be
No one can control the power
unleashed so violently
Trees wave branches affably
Bowing to a greater power
They have no way to brace themselves
Or know their final hour
Destruction comes in stops and starts
We know not who calls each play
We only sit and wait to hear
What the next report will say
Or insist on staying here
Causing untold damage
Devastation, loss, and fear?