The Hurricane

She’s known as a hurricane.

Words like whipping winds.

Footsteps like crashing thunder.

Her aura, blinding lightening.

Only seeking

The destruction

Of all that’s in her path.



Keep your distance.

Take cover.

She’s a ruthless storm.



But these days,

She’s a sun shower.

Light is peeking

Through her clouds;

Picking up flower petals

In her cool breeze

On a scolding day in summer.



She’s gentle,

Though the rain still pours.

Author: MKB

Founder of Blossoming Daily. View all posts by MKB