Hurricane

Once I met someone who made me understand

why hurricanes have human names.

Because some people are rainstorms and gentle showers

Floating in and out of your life leaving soothing sprinkles

and puddles of fond memories to splash in.

Others are tropical storms, dangerous and violent.

Stripping trees of their leaves, leaving them barren

Leaving you in the dark,

Shattering windows

and tearing off roofs.

You watch them from far away and

wonder if they will fall apart or grow.

You try to act when they become a beacon of destruction,

But you can’t say you’re surprised.

This is what they were destined to become, a disaster.

They will rip through your life.

People will warn you, tell you to board up your windows

And be ready for the lights to go off inside.

Yet each time you’re surprised when you’re left alone in the dark.

And if you haven’t heeded the warnings

your stain glass window heart will be shattered.

They tell you to evacuate but you’ve been through this before.

Yet each time you’re unprepared for the storm surges from your eyes.

Your tears flood the area and smudge the ink of their handwriting.

They are catastrophic, leaving destruction in their wake.

But from far away they are beautiful, a swirl of colors.

So now I wonder why there was never a hurricane named after you.

Because You ran rampant in my life, shattered my heart and left my soul barren.