Dear Hurricane Victor,
A hailstorm commenced when I agreed to be yours
And you, mine…
I often wonder if it was a sign.
Later during a rainstorm,
I realized I loved you.
I should’ve realized our romance would not always
Be sunny and blue.
We ignored the climate change
And allowed the swirling wind
To make us feel deranged.
Like the ocean,
I felt my heart swell.
We brushed aside the thunder and sirens,
Warnings that silenced our devotion,
Thus causing us to yell.
The storm hit home,
Made me feel
This hurricane was one I knew;
It destroyed the land like you destroyed my heart,
So I named it after you.
I wish we had just listened
Climbed to high land
Rather than argue over who was in command.
The storm left much change in its wake.
I remember that with every heartache.
I wish we had prepared for this storm
Rather than think each warning sign was simply
Part of the norm.
Some days have shine,
Others have rain.
While you might not always be mine,
One thing must remain:
And remember this trope.
Despite all the devastation,
Pain, and woe,
What comes to mind is a certain quotation:
“It is rain that makes the flowers grow.”