The Tragedy of the wind

Hear them? they cry and I who had only heard of it with a slight surprise had no recollection of the news at once i felt the ground quake beneath me as the clouds rose grey and higher, covering the sun yet again, I am conveniently clustered inside the cushions of my sofa only a horrified witness behind the screen let me touch and hold you grasp you by the hand- grab the nearest child closer to my land will my feet ever run faster as the storms swallow our past like a black hole who had no mercy I am thirsty for all the condolences that i can give because i wish that all children would live for the future but how bitter it can be when citizens only breathe that dire tragedy filled with blood retched debris...