The Aftermath of Tropical Storm Irene

The Storm

A poem about Hurricane Irene by Cody Smith

The storm is raging, blowing winds and stinging rains.

The waves, high and wild, buoys thrown and tossed by the gusts and the waves.
The sun fights to shine through clouds, but it is of no use as the storm blocks the struggling rays.
The rain, beats the ground, the soil runs red, soaking those brave and foolish enough to dare the elements.

Before Irene finishes her tantrum, she will shake your house, blow over your garbage can, force you to go out and pick it up, she will knock over trees, even damage buildings and throw you around.