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.
