Wind! Violent! Wind!
Air and particles of air
Malevolent patterns of atoms
All the townsfolk so very scared
The meteorologist grins esoteric
His gale forces represent such recondite principles

This cone of probability chance be my Superdome
Four categories would make Nielson happy
As our journo-vulture flaps his frigid wings
His pogrom from NYC southwards
An insidious wind gust precipitates

If she turns of separate
CNN draws and switches headquarters
Behold how they gravitate towards the death
Wilma’s breath
His prized Pulitzer

Mass evacuation routes
Congested traffic pollutes
The sea shall boil the engine
Be watchful of the eye wall
For the Horn of Africa laughs at US tomorrow

Our futile storm surge
Purges the land back to its rightful landlord
The flashlights and canned goods we compiled
Providing scant sanctuary
Shelter, Skelter, Helter
THE EMERGENCY GENERATOR HATH NO BATTERY

Miss Rita Gulfs in vain
Her wonted shattered window frames

The swaying Palm Tree sweeps the airborne sand
It recalls Blackbeard's waterlogged corpse

The Caribbean coast never succumbing to Terrible Ivan
The Coral always spike at midnight
Not unlike Gold

Plantations sugar cane
So reef the plantain
The Caribs always had the knowledge
The Wind Need Not Explain

Radar Boy, come hither!
Look how she dances and spins!
Like a ballerina churning waves
She pauses at Sea
Silently

Blood Labors Day from the Keys
Katrina’s and Charlie’s crass disease
Dam the drowning waters
Can’t never be purgatory
Just ask Galveston

He’s sprouting tornado F-2
Mother Nature in all her wisdom knew
She weaves her fury through vindication
NOT IN GLEE
Category 1 and Category 2 make Category 3

Mayor Human,
Board up your beaches
Follow the evolved trail of the Pelican
Grasp onto your shutters
This one is going to be a HURRICANE BITCH