run to me hurricane

gorge yourself on the delectable warm waters
where your crescendo builds to dizzying heights
and your inner wall wraps tightly
fiercely in an attempt to tear the sky

pull the vast ocean high into your calm center
and whip the spectators on your periphery
violent lashes and through your vast swells
they will come to know merciless fury

and bend like palms prostrating at evening prayers

for it is your season
and climate favors optimal development

so race to my shore and flood my glades
and devour my home and lay waste my estate
pound yourself against the earth and like the
meteor burns in utter consummation

exhaust yourself in a torrent
and lie gasping spent with soft rain

then drizzle and mist and fog and cool humid air
in the evening afterglow

while the swirl of a new wave
breaks free of the african coast
to surf the favorable current and
slake herself and devastate me again

it is nature's Way